deep throat

Every week I am sent to this particular hotel on an assignment. I have the room key already. I’m there to meet a mystery lover. He has given me specific instructions. I pull the curtains together to darken the room… I undress putting my skirt and blouse on a chair, leaving my stockings and high heels on as instructed…. I then kneel on a foot stool at the end of the bed. I face away from the connecting door.



So far I had been lucky with my timing. Not this week. But I cannot change my appointment. I do not have my mystery lover’s contact information. All I have are his orders, “Same time, same place, next week.”



This week is not lucky. My period arrived this morning. Just when I was least expecting it. Just when I was least hoping for it. I can deal with coital abstention in my married life. Not with my mystery lover.



I assume the position on the footstool at the end of the bed. As instructed I bend over and part my legs wide open. I feel totally vulnerable and indecently exposed. The string of my tampon hanging between my parted legs feels like the huge and thick rope at the end of the bells of the college carillon sounding the hour from afar. It makes me feel like it is calling attention to the lewd and obscene in me.



Like each week a brown envelope is left at my feet, it is full of used, high-value bank notes… paid for my services. Dutifully I take it home and split it into six even envelopes. One for each of the stepchildren: three from his first marriage, three from his second. All six appreciated and thank the loving stepmother for her weekly allowance. None of the six will ever find out that my extreme generosity is the fruit of my depravity and wild eroticism over you.



You have no time for my thoughts. You approach me, a total stranger facing a married woman, totally naked. Your perfect, beautiful, and enormous is at eye-level. You do not let me touch it. Instead, you quickly move around to my back, spread my ass cheeks very wide, and plunge in.



I scream in intense pain.



In one instant, just like that, you have taken my anal virginity!



You let me scream and moan and feel totally terrified of what I have just done and what you have done to me.



Just as suddenly, you pull out. Turning back to my face, you jerk off, quickly and furiously. I have never seen a man masturbate and I really want to see how it’s done. You laugh and ejaculate all over my face.



But you do not lose your erection. I am dazed and confused and totally at a loss for words. And if I ever harbored any thoughts of leaving, they are dashed when your friends come into the room.



Your enormous cock goes back to pumping my ass again and again. Over and over again I scream for permission to cum. You laugh and pump me even deeper. I am desperate. The cock that had exploded all over my face is suddenly replaced by another one, just as hard, and so different.



Again you laugh. Grabbing my hair you yank my head up. “Suck that one, too, slut-bitch. Suck him off while I fuck you.” in a matter of minutes the second cock is deep down my throat. I am gagging. I have never sucked suck a thick cock. Actually, for that matter, I have never ever sucked a cock so deep in my mouth. I feel I am gasping for air.



You laugh. “New at this, aren’t you, slut-bitch?” You see that I am crying with sheer terror and that only makes you pump my ass harder and deeper.



You pull my head even further back. Effortlessly, the other guy can slide his thick cock down my throat and explode right down my esophagus. It gets you so excited that you cum yet again deep in my ass. And you invite yet a third guy to join us, ordering me again to suck him off.



Finally you are done with me for the day. You leave me, limp and exhausted, on the floor, like a wet, used rag. In the dark on the floor I grope around for my clothes. Finding my skirt here, my bra there, my panties way over there, my blouse off in a corner somewhere, and my shoes elsewhere. I manage to get dressed as best I can in the dark room.



I waddle out. My legs are rubbery and weak. My head is spinning. My heart is racing. I am drenched in perspiration. I am dizzy.



• I have never, ever, ever had anal sex.



• I have never, ever, ever had deep-throat sex.



• I have never, ever, ever had sex with more than one man at a time.



• Before I married my husband, I had sex with only one other man, and that was my boy-friend in college.



• You, sweetie, have deflowered me anally, and also in many, many more ways than you think.



These thoughts are racing through my very confused mind. Suddenly my path is blocked by the huge, black receptionist. Towering over me, her enormous breasts are level with my eyes. Her arms are akimbo, her legs wide apart.



“Cash only,” she booms at me with a loud, deep voice. Gone is the pleasant receptionist that greeted me so nicely when I first walked in.



“Excuse me?” I stammer.



“You heard me, bitch. Cash only. We only take cash for the sexual services you just received.”



Confused and just-deflowered, I reach into my purse, fumble for my wallet, pull out a $20 bill, and hand it to her, my hands shaking.



“All of it, bitch.”



“Excuse me?”



“All your cash, little bitch.”



Shaking, I hand her all my cash, meekly stammering, “How will I get back to my office?”



She laughs, her huge breasts shaking. Her hands reach out and fumble over my blouse, fondling my meager 32-A titties. Her fingers find my nipples. Slowly she starts squeezing, harder, deeper, sharper, harder, twisting, pulling. I am squirming. My hands come up to rescue my nipples. She slaps them away and resumes. I am crying with intense pain.



She leans over and whispers into my ears, “You’re going to drag your lily-white ass over to the ATM and get cash to get to work. And next time you come over, you’d better bring a whole lot more cash if you plan to get back in to service your Owner Brian.”



Trying to be brave, I nod and whimper, “Do I get a receipt?”



She laughs, “Of course you do, bitch!” She falls to her knees, grabs my ankle and I feel a sharp sting. She walks away laughing, twice my size looking eightfold stronger. I look down and see a tiny, blue monogram on my ankle: BF.



Thinking it is a stamp of some kind I realize they are my owner’s initials. Maybe it will come off when I shower. Or with time. Only that the days go by and it stays. I don’t know what she did or how she did it. Fact of the matter is that now and forever I have been branded with my Owner’s monogram. It takes a trained eye to see it, but I certainly am aware of it every day now.



I walk out of the parlor. My legs are wobbly. My ass, which up until a few hours ago had been totally virgin, now feels strangely dilated. I am oozing cum non-stop down my thighs. My gait is awkward. The taste in my mouth is bittersweet. I did not have lunch, and yet I feel like I have been force-fed protein shakes.



At work I cannot concentrate. Every few minutes I cast a furtive glance at my private email to see if my Owner has written me. I cannot get any work done. My secretaries and staff wonder if I feel ill. Your huge cock has reamed my very tight, virgin ass so hard that I cannot sit.



Worse, I feel like you have branded me with a huge, scarlet A for adulteress. Here I was until yesterday a model housewife, a faithful and loving wife, a successful business person, a dabbler in erotica, and a good sport. You came into my life, you raped me repeatedly, and now I cannot stop thinking of you.



You branded my ankle with your monogram like you branded my ass with your enormous cock like you branded my heart with your words.



My ass continues to dribble your cum. Again and again I have to go to the ladies room to change panty liners. I feel so strangely delicious. I lock the office door and think of you, sweetie. Slowly and gently, my fingers trace the outline of my nipples and rush to my tiny, reclusive clittie
. I really want to masturbate for you, but I want it to be so special, darling!



I hold off as best I can.



At home that night I feel like the whore you have made me. My husband, kind and loving and serious looks at me and asks me if I feel OK. I am tired, I lie.



He goes to bed. For the first time ever in my life I am thinking of another man. Of you, sweetie!



When my husband finally falls asleep, I start to masturbate.



For you.



Slowly.



Gently.



Deeply.



For the longest time.



For you, sweetie, only for you!!!



And when I finally do cum — explode — thinking of what you have made me, my body flies off into pieces. The taste of all the other men’s cum that afternoon seems to flare up in my mouth. My ass trembles and dilates again and again. As if you were here with me, sweetie, inviting you to thrust your manhood deep into me.



The next morning my husband leaves to work early. I am still getting ready to go to work when the doorbell rings. Strange, I am not expecting anyone. Opening the door, I see a nice, handsome, young man. “Madam, I am here to install the cameras.”



“Cameras?” I ask, “I have no idea what you are talking about?”



He smiles, ever so politely, and hands me a sheet of paper, “This is the work order.”



I glance at it and then stare. My world is falling apart. I cannot believe my eyes. The letter has your monogram at the top, BF. There is a full-color, high resolution picture of me on my hands and knees sucking a man’s cock, eyes wide open. The picture has been cropped but I know there is your cock up my ass at the edge of the picture. The work order simply states, “Install three high-def cameras.”



I have no choice, do I, sweetie?



The repairman cheerfully comes in and goes about his work. He knows what he is doing. One tiny camera goes in our bedroom, so tiny even I almost cannot see it. The other goes in our bathroom. The third goes in our kitchen.



In less than an hour, the repairman is finished. He does something or other with his laptop. He asks me to lie on my bed and checks something. He asks me to sit on the toilet and checks something. He asks me to chop some carrots on the kitchen counter and checks something.



He smiles, so handsome and so polite. “All set, madam. Have a nice day.”



Strange, I think, I know that voice. Suddenly, as it dawns on me, he waves back and smiles, “That was me in the picture. You have very tight throat, madam.”



I faint.



And so now, I get emails from you, sweetie, at the strangest hours, when least expected. I know you can see me 24/7.



• You tell me what to wear. And what not to wear.



• You tell me how you want me to sit to pee.



• You tell me when I can play with myself and how.



• You tell me if I may cum or not.



• You order me when to make love with my husband and how you want me to do it.



Ever since we got married, making love was always in the dark, under the blankets, usually in missionary position. Now all of a sudden I have to tell my husband why I want to do it with the lights on, outside the blankets, and in so many different ways. He thinks it’s because he is working out at the gym and is stronger.



You, sweetie, know better. It’s because you enjoy tormenting me, owning me, watching me degrade myself by being your whore fucking my cuckold husband while you watch my ass bobbing up and down, cheeks spread wide apart for your viewing pleasure.



And I do it for you, sweetie, because you are my owner and I am yours, darling,



You have made me your slut-whore.



One night my husband and I are attending a gala event at the museum. From afar, I see a woman that looks quite a bit like me: elegant, tall, pale white, athletic, small titties like mine
.



Our eyes lock into each other for an instant. She blushes, turns away, and hugs her husband.



Cold shivers run down my spine. I don’t know why.



Much later, she and her husband walks by my husband and me. She does not say a word. We just look at each other and both feel something. We don’t need to say anything.



Both of us have looked at each other’s ankles.



Both of us have been branded with the same monogram, BF.



Both us belong to you, sweetie!



That night as I am getting ready for bed and knowing you can see me undressing and peeing, I get an email form you, “Have you ever sucked another woman?” I go crazy out of my mind. NO!



My husband cannot believe his luck. I fuck him like never before. He thinks it is his virility. Only you and I, sweetie, I am fucking him because I am desperate for you, darling, only for you!



Except that you have other plans for me, now that you own me.



This is so terribly exciting, my darling!

This is the first of three stories about a singer named Britney and her slide back into the world of lust and deprivation.



*



Britney stares at the naked woman looking back at her through the full length mirror. She is hot. Sexual energy oozes from her body. Her inviting brown eyes have a “fuck me” look to them. Her sensual lips are practically begging for a hard cock to suck. Britney slides a finger between them and slowly fucks it in and out of her mouth. God she misses those days with Paris when she would suck three, four and sometimes five cocks at a time.



Her eyes journey down her body and find a pair of spectacular tits hanging from her chest. They are perfect… full but not too big, firm yet soft and sensual. Two light brown nipples puff out from her rounded spheres. Hard eraser shaped tips poke slightly upward. Britney moves her hands underneath these magnificent works of art and feels their weight. Her fingers slowly knead the soft flesh. She moves a fingertip across the hard nipples and gasps from the sensation that is immediately transmitted to her pussy. Juices collect in her gash like morning dew.



Britney wishes she could make love to the woman staring back at her. She moves closer until their lips meet. Her tongue tries to push through the glassy barrier separating her from the object of her lust. She pulls back and presses her nipples against the nipples of the woman in the mirror. Her pussy is leaking so much that it is about to escape.



Britney lifts a nipple to her lips while she watches the woman in the mirror do the same thing. Her tongue shoots across the hard protrusion and bathes it in saliva. Bending her head as far as she can go Britney sucks the puffy cap into her mouth and gently rakes her teeth across the sensitive tip. Her pussy clenches and releases a small trickle of cunt juice onto her inner thigh.



Britney drops her hands to her sides. Her eyes move down and across her well-toned stomach. She still has a slight swell from bearing two children but otherwise the efforts of her strict workout regimen are obvious. She continues down her body until her brown eyes lock onto the swell of her bare pussy puffing out from between her thighs like a ripe peach. A tiny protrusion peeks out from the top of the dark gash splitting her pussy into two halves. She wants so much to drop to her knees and clamp her full lips over the succulent fruit of the woman looking back at her but she knows it is impossible.



Britney reaches down and touches the crease of her gash. The moist folds of her womanhood part and release a trickle of cunt juice onto her finger. She lifts it to her mouth and pushes it between her lips so she can taste the woman looking at her. She moves her hand back to her pussy. This time she uses two fingers. She gasps as they sink deep into her steamy chamber. She watches the woman in the mirror finger fucking her pussy. Britney moves closer until their lips meet. Their tits press together while their tongues desperately try to penetrate to glass barrier.



Her fingers go faster and faster. Juices trickle down her thighs. She moves her other and between her legs and rubs a fingertip over the little bud poking out from the top of her gash. She is so close. She can feel the pressure in her tummy growing more intense. Her legs begin to shake. She stares into the eyes of the woman on the other side of the mirror and see the same feeling of desperation looking back at her. She is having trouble breathing. She bites her lower lip. Her body is trembling uncontrollably. And then it happens.



The explosion shoots through her pussy like a tidal wave. Her body stiffens and jerks in a series of spasms. She squeezes her thighs together and bends her knees. Another explosion rips through her body and then another. Loud squeals and gasps bounce off the bathroom walls. Pussy juice runs down her fingers and drips from her hand.



Britney is vaguely aware that the woman in the mirror is experiencing her own uncontrollable release at the same time. She finally pulls her hand from between her legs and slides down onto the floor gasping for air. She watches the woman in the mirror lift her fingers to her mouth and suck them clean. They kiss one more time before Britney stands and leaves the room.



As she pulls on a pair of thongs Britney can still feel a desperate churning in her belly. The urge hasn’t gone away. Her nipples are swollen to the point of bursting. Her pussy is begging to get fucked. She has tried so hard to be good since she met Jason, but it is getting more and more difficult. She misses the wild days with Paris.



Jason has been a good lover. He understands about her intense sexual urges. He often brings friends home to help her quench these desires. He doesn’t mind sharing as long as he can be part of the action, but he won’t be home for several hours. She can’t wait that long. The urges are too strong. She picks up the phone and calls Paris. They have remained friends even though they don’t see each other very often.



“Hey baby, it’s Britney. I need a workout in the worst way and Jason won’t be home until late tonight. Remember that trainer you were telling me about at Justin’s party? I was wondering if you could send him over to the house.”



“Anything for you sweetie,” Paris tells her in a breathless voice. “I’d bring him myself but I these two gorgeous hunks are here helping me take care of a craving I woke up with this morning. We were just finishing the first round when you called.”



“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Just give me the number and I’ll make the call.”



“Don’t worry about it, Brit. Besides, my pussy needs a break. I’ll make the call to Joel. That way he’ll owe me one. He can bring his assistant Mike if you want.”



“Sure. Given the way I’m feeling I think it is going to take at least two to give me the workout I need. And thanks P. I owe you big time.”



Britney answers the door wearing a white patterned leotard that leaves little to the imagination. Her hard nipples poke through the thin material making two large dimples on the front of her outfit. The crotch is pulled tight against her pussy. The outline of her swollen cameltoe puffs out like two halves of a plum.



Two hot looking men are standing in front of her. Joel is 5’9″ with deep blue eyes, light brown hair, broad shoulders and a body rippled with muscles under the tight black t-shirt he is wearing. Mike is much taller and has the body of a professional athlete. His head is shaved, his skin is light brown and his eyes are dark. Knowing what these two men are about to do to her has Britney’s body on fire. She can feel the juices gathering in her pussy. Her nipples swell against the silky material of her leotard.



“Please come in. My workout studio is in the basement.”



She turns and leads them down the hall. The leotard is cut like a thong exposing her perfect ass to their lecherous gaze. Her powerful cheeks are firm, round and meaty but not too plump. Joel and Mike watch the creamy spheres jiggle back and forth with each step she takes. They follow her down the stairs and into a large room with pads on the floor and weights against one side. She hits a switch. The song “Piece of Me” booms out from the speakers in the walls.



Britney goes into a dance routine. She glides between Joel and Mike rubbing her body shamelessly against them. Her hands massage their well-toned torsos. She backs into Joel and rotates her ass against his crotch. She feels his hard cock pressing against her cheeks. His hands slide up her body until he is squeezing her tits with his fingers. Mike moves in front of Britney and grabs her by the hair forcing her to look up at him. He leans down and kisses her hard on the lips. She opens her mouth and feels his tongue against hers.



Joel pulls her leotard down over her tits. She removes her arms from the straps. Joel rips off his t-shirt. Britney can feel the warm skin of his torso against her naked back. His hands move up to her bare tits. She grinds her ass against his cock as he kneads the soft flesh and tugs on her nipples with his fingers.



Mike pulls away from the kiss. Holding her chin he stares into her lust filled eyes. A pang of fear and excitement surge through Britney when she sees his wild look. He is going to ravish her. It’s just what she needs. His lips move to her neck and he sinks his teeth into the soft skin. Britney gasps. She feels Joel pinch her nipples hard enough to shoot ripples of pleasure down to her pussy. Juices seep from her cunt. A tiny wet spot appears in the crotch of her leotards.



Mike steps back and pulls off his shirt. Britney stares at his muscular chest and rippled stomach. Joel slides a hand under her leotard until his fingers reach the swell of her pussy. A fingertip glides across her clit and parts her moist folds. Britney gasps when two fingers slide into her steamy cunt. She spreads her thighs so he can push them deeper into her body.



Mike pushes down his shorts and takes off his boxers. Britney’s eyes grow big when she sees the size of the weapon poking out from between his legs. She drops to her knees and stares at the huge slab of meat floating in front of her face. Her tongue shoots out and swirls around the swollen knob bathing it in saliva. She stretches her lips over the mushroom shaped tip and feels it slide into her mouth.



Joel kneels behind her and pulls her leotard down to her knees removing it from her body one leg at a time. Britney continues to slide her lips down Mike’s vein-streaked shaft until she feels it press against the back of her throat. She wraps a hand around the base and strokes him while she bobs her head up and down and swirls her tongue over his knob.



Joel gets on his back and slides his head between Britney’s thighs. Her juicy pussy hangs above him like ripe fruit waiting to be sucked. He can smell the sex oozing from her body. A bead of cunt cream hangs from her folds. Joel touches it with the tip of his tongue and feels it drip into his mouth. He probes the length of her gash before clamping his mouth over her swollen plum. His tongue pushes into her waiting cunt.



Britney gasps pushes down and grinds her pussy into Joel’s face. She feels his tongue digging inside her cunt and licking the juices from her body. Her lips continue to fuck the hard cock she has in her hand. She attacks it like the whore she has become. She loves the way his hard flesh feels as it moves in and out of her mouth. This, combined with the pleasure of Joel’s tongue fucking her pussy, has her head spinning with lust.



Mike grabs her head and fucks her face like it is a cunt. Britney makes loud gagging and sucking sounds trying to keep up with his rapid thrusts. He drives his cock into her throat. Despite his size Britney is able to accommodate the length of his shaft until her lips are pressed against his pubes. Mike slams his cock down her throat again and again. Spit drools from her lips and drips from her chin onto her tits.



Joel shoves two fingers up her cunt and flicks his tongue across her clit. The sensations shooting through her pussy are more than Britney can stand. Her body tenses. She grabs Mike’s powerful ass cheeks and digs her fingers into his flesh. She tries to scream but can only gag because of the cock in her throat. She feels her pussy clench. She squeezes her thighs against Joel’s head and cums into his mouth.



Mike pulls his dripping cock from her throat. Britney coughs. A flood of spit gushes over her lips and splatters onto her tits. Suddenly she feels Joel push his finger up her ass. The new sensation sends her body into another series of spasms. She falls forward onto her hands and grinds her pussy into Joel’s face smearing it with cunt juice.



They move to the weight bench. Britney lies down on her back with her head hanging over the front edge. She pulls her knees back and lifts her feet into the air. Mike straddles the bench and looks down at her swollen pussy. Two pink petals are folded open through her gash. Beads of cunt juice cling like dew. He guides his cock to her waiting sex and pushes. Britney feels his swollen knob split open her tight cunt.



Joel bends his knees and feeds his cock to her hungry mouth. Britney feels it slide between her lips. She teases his knob by raking her teeth across the sensitive skin and swirling her tongue around the mushroom shaped tip. He pushes deeper into her mouth until she can feel his cock slide into her throat. He continues to push deeper. His balls press against her nose when his entire eight inches has disappeared into her mouth.



With her knees pushed back by her shoulders Mike drives his cock straight down into her pussy until it hits bottom. He pulls out and slams it into her again and then again. Britney feels her head spinning from all the sensations shooting through her body. She loves having two cocks in her at the same time. She loves the feel of Joel’s hard flesh fucking her throat while Mike’s big cock plows into her pussy. She feels spit running down her face and cunt juice seeping down her ass.



The orgasm starts deep in her belly and explodes through her pussy like a thunderbolt. Britney feels helpless and out of control. Mike continues to hammer her pussy. She gags on Joel’s cock deep in her throat. Her feet flail in the air and her toes curl. Her fingers dig into Mike’s chest as she tries to push him away but it is no use. Joel finally pulls his cock from her mouth. She screams. Mike continues to pound her pussy sending her into another series of convulsions.



Mike pulls his cock from her pussy and steps away. Joel climbs over Britney and straddles her trembling body. He slides his cock between her tits. Britney lifts her head and squeezes her two melons tightly around his thrusting meat. She watches the head of his cock drive between her soft tits and hit her chin. She bends her head so she can swirl her tongue over the mushroom shaped tip.



Britney loves getting her tits fucked. She loves the way a hard cock slides back and forth between her warm and soft flesh. Her nipples feel like they are going to explode. Suddenly Mike grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back over the top of the weight bench. He thrusts his cock into her mouth and down her throat.



Joel continues to slam his hard meat between her tits. Spit is drooling down her face and into her nose as she tries to keep up with Mike’s rapid thrusts. Britney loves being ravaged like this. It feels so out of control. Juices are leaking from her pussy and running down her ass. She wants to touch her clit in the worst way but she can’t.



Mike pulls his cock from her mouth, aims it at her face and grunts. Hot cum splashes across her nose, lips and chin. More splatters over her forehead and into her hair. She can feel it drooling down her face. Britney lifts her head and looks up at Joel. He continues to drive his cock between her tits going faster and faster. He sees the lust in her eyes. Her tongue shoots out and licks the head of his cock.



Joel is helpless to stop the impending explosion. He thrusts hard. Cum shoots from the tip of his cock. Britney feels it bounce off her chin and over her lips and tongue. She grabs his spewing shaft and aims it at her tits. Spurt after spurt of hot seed splatters all over her pear shaped beauties.



Britney sits up. Cum is dripping from her nipples and running down her stomach. Her face is a mess. She moves a hand to her pussy and rubs her clit in circles. She loves being a cumslut. She feels so nasty and dirty. Her fingers go faster and faster. Her body begins to shake. She gasps. Her body jerks in a series of spasms. Cunt cream oozes from her pussy. She is breathing hard when the orgasm finally fades.



“You boys wait here,” Britney tells them standing up from the workbench. “I’ll be back in a little while. I need to clean up.”



“What a fucking whore,” Mike says once she has gone upstairs. He slips into his shorts. “Who would have thought that Britney was such a cumslut. But god that woman can suck cock.”



“Yeah, and what a body,” Joel adds pulling on a pair of jeans. “I could fuck her tits all day. I wonder if she likes it up the ass?”



“I bet she does,” Mike suggests. “We’ll find out when she comes back.”



Britney is gone for almost 30 minutes. When she returns she is wearing one of her sexy stage outfits – a white hat with sun glasses and a mid-thigh length white leather coat which is held together by a belt that ties at her waist. Black net stockings cover her legs. On her feet are two silver boots with long heels.



Britney hits a button and the song “3″ blares from the speakers. She dances around the studio and lips synchs to the music. Mike and Joel are mesmerized by this the private performance. Britney flings off the coat. Underneath is an outfit made of crossing white straps that barely cover the essential parts. She erotically bumps and grinds her body around Joel and Mike rubbing her tits and ass against them.



Britney throws off her hat and sun glasses. She yanks the white straps of her outfit down until her shapely tits bounce free. She steps behind Joel. Her nipples rub against the naked flesh of his back. Britney grinds her pussy against his ass and slides her hands over the growing bulge in his jeans. She dances away and backs into Mike rotating her ass against his cock. His large hands cover her naked tits. She feels his fingers dig into the soft flesh.



Britney spins around and pushes her outfit all the way down. It falls to the floor at her feet. All she is wearing are her silver boots and a see-thru black mesh panty hose which is wedged into her powerful ass cheeks. She steps forward pushing Mike onto the weight bench. With her legs spread she bends at the waist and pulls down his shorts until his cock bounces free. Her tongue shoots out and swirls across his knob. She slides her lips down his cock until it is buried deep in her throat.



Joel moves behind her and rips open the black mesh covering her ass and pussy. He guides the head of his throbbing meat to her swollen sex which hangs between her thighs like a ripe peach. She gasps when he drives it deep into her tight passage. He fucks her with long steady strokes slamming his cock deep into her pussy on each thrust. She can feel her tits swaying back and forth on her chest like two water balloons filled to the point of bursting.



Britney bobs her mouth up and down the length of Mike’s cock. Spit drools from her lips and dribbles down his shaft. Behind her Joel pounds his cock into her steamy cunt hard and fast. He presses a fingertip against her asshole and pushes. Britney pulls up from Mike’s cock and moans when it punches into her dark passage.



Her body is on fire. Joel shoves a second finger into her asshole. She slams her mouth back down the length of Mike’s cock and takes him deep into her throat. She presses a finger against her clit. The sensations surging through her body from a cock in her pussy, a cock in her throat and two fingers up her ass are incredible. Her legs begin to shake. Her pussy clenches around Joel’s cock. Cunt juice gushes from her body and streams down her thighs.



Joel pulls his cock out of her pussy and his fingers out of her asshole. He presses his swollen knob against Britney’s tight sphincter. She looks back at him with a look of pure lust in her brown eyes. Strands of spit are drooling from her lips.



“Yes… please,” she moans.



Joel looks down and watches her slowly open around his mushroom shaped knob. He feels it punch through her sphincter and push into her dark passage. His cock easily slides deeper. Joel realizes that Britney must have prepared herself for getting fucked in this way. His cock continues to move between her powerful cheeks until it is completely buried inside her asshole. He begins to move inside her with slow and steady strokes.

Disclaimer:



This is my first story. It’s a work of complete fiction and something that has evolved as I’ve been writing it. I wanted to write something that would really get me going, if I read it. So, in an attempt to make it as hot as possible, I wrote this story over 1 week – during which I did not have any sex. Whenever I sat down to write; I watched porn (usually deep throat gangbangs – a fetish of mine) and masturbated regularly, keeping myself as close to the edge as possible, but never letting myself cum. As my Bio says, I am a very honey girl, on a normal day. I did this experiment to see if being overexcited, and extremely frustrated, would bring out my deepest fantasies. Things I didn’t even know about. Until I wrote this story I didn’t know I wanted to try anal!



I highly recommend giving my experiment a try yourself. Who knows? You may be surprised with the results.



The day I finished this story, I went out, got drunk, and found 3 horny frat guys from the local jock house. Needless to say, I’m no longer horny.



So please bear in mind, I’m new. Feedback is encouraged, but please be gentle. It’s all fiction. Some of it’s pretty raunchy, and other parts is clearly exaggerated, so I’d suggest steering clear if you’re put off.



I hope you enjoy reading, as much as I did writing!



Xoxo



Thank you god



“Ahhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I heard a man with a deep voice groan as he started to cum.



I say “heard” as that’s all I could do at the time, hear. I was blinded by a tight, black blindfold I’d been tricked into voluntarily wearing earlier that night.



Searching my senses; I could hear the murmuring of at least 3 people, all men I guessed from their low voices and crude language. I could smell the familiar scent of beer and sweat all around me. Added to the fact that I could hear nearly everything these men were saying, I guessed I was in a rather small room. A den maybe, I thought. I didn’t recognize two of the men, but the third voice was that fucker, who until very recently, I was going to sleep with tonight. That also meant that; including the guy who was cumming in front of me right now, there were at least two other men I didn’t know in the room, with me blindfolded.



My senses turned to my immediate vicinity, where could feel the cold hard sensation of wood on my naked skin. I was in the ‘all-fours’ position, but something was different.



I was straddling what felt like a wooden bench. I could feel the cold wood against my flat stomach and small, firm tits. It was too short though, only supporting me down to my lower abdomen. This meant that my tight little heart-shaped ass was hanging over the edge. On closer examination, it wasn’t a normal bench. The edges were rounded and, all things considered, it felt kind of comfortable. It reminded me of one of those things they use in gymnastic, with the two handles on top, that the men break-dance on – a Pommel Horse. This obviously wasn’t one, as it didn’t have handles and why would I be lying on one?



On either side of this wooden bench, my knees were at right-angles and my shins rested on more cold, hard wood. They were secured at my ankles with what felt like duct tape and, I found out when I tried to sit up that, a tight strap around my waist, securing me tightly in place. I wasn’t getting off this thing anytime soon.



At the other end of the bench I was stuck. The bench transformed into what felt like stockades. I had seen enough Wild West movies to imagine how I’d feel in a set of them.



My neck was surrounded by a ring of wood and my hands were in the same situation on either side of my head, at about the same level as my shoulder blades. The only thing that differed from the movies I had seen was the position of my head. In the movies, prisoners are always looking at the ground because it’s the natural position your head’s in when you’re standing upright. I found myself looking forward, which was the equivalent of looking directly up at the sky if you are standing upright. It was not comfortable, to say the least.



My position was due largely to the strap around my forehead, which felt as though it was attached tightly to the stocks behind my head. Strangely enough; that was the only uncomfortable thing about this situation, aside from of course, the aching pain in my jaw muscles which comes from the inability to close your mouth for an extended period. How long had I been in this position, I wondered. Did I forget to mention, the reason my mouth was open, and jaw killing me, was because there was a large O-ring gag secured between my teeth. Someone had thoughtfully secured it in my mouth, for my added comfort I’m sure, sometime before I woken up to the sound of an anonymous man cumming.



Seconds after hearing him groan, I felt the familiar warm splatter of semen on my right cheek as this mysterious man’s first ballistic jet hit my face. It was sticky, warm and seemed to cover the whole right side of my face!



“Yeah bitch, you like that don’t you?” he jeered a his second, third and fourth jets of cum hit, this time with less force but still, with such volume that it felt like he was aiming a garden hose at my mouth. My tongue was coated as my mouth quickly filled with his thick, salty seed and started to overflow onto my lower lip, before slowly dribbled down onto my chin where it hung in strings. I had to swallow, which is surprisingly difficult with a wide-open mouth, 3 times just to keep from drowning. Thankfully he was done quickly.



“Yeah, you like that heh heh,” he laughed to himself, answering his own question. “Well you’d better get used to it coz you’ll be getting a lot more soon, slut.”



The way he said “a lot” made me a little nervous. Remembering the small room I was in, bound and exposed with at least 3 other men close by, I ventured a guess at what he might be hinting at.



Stepping closer so that I could taste the sweat from his balls and smell the chlorine-like odor of his cum-covered shaft; he forcefully stuffed his egg-sized balls into my mouth, ordering me to “lick them clean, slut!”



They were huge. Aside from the fact that it would be a challenge getting them in my mouth on a normal day, the O-ring holding my mouth open meant I had no defense. His first nut fit nicely in my mouth, filling it completely. But; when he tried to push the second in, the first had nowhere to go but down, and so it did. Stretching my throat wide and cutting off my air supply, this guy’s balls were nothing short of massive.



After what felt like a life time; and as he slowly pumped the remaining drops of cum from his softening shaft, making sure to wipe them on any part of my face he could reach, he popped his fat balls out of my mouth. Before I even had a chance to catch my breath and sooth my burning lungs; he slapped his heavy cock, making my body jolt sharply from the surprise, on my forehead with an echoing crack, before walking away heavily and shouting “who’s got next, boys?”



Still a little dazed, I felt the slightest smile try to emerge from the corners of my mouth as all I could think was the same 3 words, over and over again: Thank you god.



Two days earlier



“You must be so excited. Tonight’s the big night. Are you gonna give it up?” my friend Jenny teased.



Shhhhh,” I replied, blushing with embarrassment.



“This is the third date, you have to fuck him!” she protested. “It’s like an unwritten rule, or something.”



I’m shy when it comes to talking about sex around my friends, and especially in a crowded public place like my college’s library, but get me behind closed doors and I’m dirtier than all of them put together.



Shhhhhhhhhh. Someone will hear you!” I said grabbing Jenny by the arm and pulling her off to the stacks were we could talk privately.



Jenny was… promiscuous, to say the least. She had a lot of sex with a lot of different people, some girls, and loved telling me (or anyone that would listen) all about it. She especially liked going into all the nasty details with me, because she knew it made me uncomfortable just hear her talking about it.



“You should do what Jake and I did last night,” she began. “We started kissing, and then he started going down on me. Wow, he’s a fantastic pussy-eater! Then after 10 minutes of that, I couldn’t take it anymore, I just had to have his huge dick inside me!”



Ah crap, I thought. She’s was getting carried away again. “Okay, okay, I get it. Can we talk about something else now? Please?” I begged.



“Wait, wait, that’s not even the best part!” She continued on as if my protests had been silent. “He was fucking me doggy-style, and it was getting really hot. I was so wet that I was dripping all over the bed! I was about 1 minute from comming, when suddenly he pulled out, and in one quick thrust, stuck it my ass! All the way to his balls! It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt, and I thought it was supposed to hurt!”



Stop it!” I whisper yelled at her.



“O.K., I’ll stop. You should really think about giving it a try tonight though, you’ll thank my in the morning,” she said playfully, giving me a wink.



“Yeah, yeah” I muttered, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. “I gotta go. I’ll talk to you on Sunday O.K.?” I said as I turned and began walking away.



“I expect to hear everything, first thing Sunday morning! You better not hold out on -.” I heard Jenny’s voice trail off as I rounded the corner and headed for the exit.



Date night



What am I going to wear? I thought to myself, pacing around my small dorm room. In my left hand I had my tightest pair of Boy-leg undies. Not necessarily ‘sexy’, but with my ass, I pull off the whole cute and innocent teen look flawlessly. Add some pigtails and a high-riding tartan skirt and I can actually see the boys hiding their boners when I walk in room. In my right hand; I was dangling some see-through, black lance, French-cut knickers that were, In a word, whorish. You can see my dilemma.



For those of you know don’t know the difference, tut-tut! Boy-leg undies are like the girl’s version of boxer-briefs; Smaller, tighter, and much cuter than their male counterpart. French-cut lingerie is similar in style to regular men’s briefs, but they also have a thong thrown in the back. They ride up your ass like a thong, but still have enough material to cover most of your cheeks. Of course, being see-through, the amount of material they had was made redundant.



Needless to say, I quickly settled on the Boy-leg undies. Who doesn’t want to fuck the proverbial cute, innocent school girl? Also, this wasn’t Valentine’s Day with my (fictitious) 5 year boyfriend, it was date number 4 with a senior I met during rush. He had to earn the French-cut!



The next 2 hours were a flurry of hair straighteners, shower steam, makeup and waxing. All the excitement was starting to get to me, to the point where I was actually getting wet while waxing my crotch! Like I said; I’m shy around my friends, but get me behind closed doors and I’m horny as hell.



“Beep-beep,” my phone chimed as I received a text.



“Hey, I’m out from in the car. You ready to go?” It read.



I didn’t bother replying, I was halfway out the door and on my way down to meet him in the lot.



“Hey babe, how was your day?” he asked.



I had to give him credit. He obviously had no interest in my day, only in getting into my pants as quickly as possible, but he was clearly trying to sound genuinely interested.



“It was O.K., thanks,” I responded. “I spent most of it studying for my Lit quiz on Monday, though. Wasn’t a very interesting end to the week.”



“Well I’ve got a surprise for you tonight that just might make your week’s end,” he said with a smirk.



“What is it then?” I asked, genuinely interest now. Although we had only been on three dates, they had all be so unique and fun that I couldn’t wait to hear what he had in-store this time.



“I can’t just tell you, it’s a surprise,” he said. He reached over and removed a black sleeping mask from the glove box, similar to the ones they give you on long planes rides. “You have to put this one so you don’t spoil it,” he continued, handing me the blindfold.



I was so excited I didn’t even question him. I just slipped the blindfold on and secured the tight elastic band around my head. These things cut out all light, not even the glow from the parking lot lights was seeping through. Pitch black.



I could hear him rummaging around in the glove box for something else, but obviously couldn’t see what. “So what’s the plan?” I queried, itching with excitement.



Suddenly I felt a rag being pushed into my face. Instinctively I tried to turn away, but a strong hand clapped around the back of my head, forcing me to breathe deeply into the rag. It had a strong chemical smell. I remember thinking it smelled like copper, if that’s even possible. Then everything began to fade, I started to feel dizzy and then nothing but black.



Hazy



“Who’s got next boys?” The mystery man asked as he walked away, footsteps heavy.



Licking what little cum I could from my lips, which is extremely difficult when your mouth is permanently wide open, I was getting wet at the thought of what could happen next. The blind darkness combined with the feeling of vulnerability, that only comes with being bound, gagged and naked in a room full of men just itching to fuck every hole they can find, was orgasmic in itself.



I don’t know what’s going to be better, I thought. The anticipation or the anonymous cocks I’d take, and taste, tonight.



My question was answered sooner than I expected.



“That’d be us then!” a loud voice from behind me exclaimed. I heard footsteps from behind me drawing closer. One stopped just behind me and the other continued on, stopping just in front of my face. “I was worried you’d still be passed out, sweetheart,” he had bent down to whisper in my ear. “Unlucky for you, it’s always a lot of moaning and screaming when they’re awake. But don’t worry; promise I’ll go easy on you.”



His friend at my rear was ready to go. “You good bro?” he said. “Let’s get this party started!” he crowed, slapping my right ass cheek with a painful crack. He stepped forward, pushing his upper thighs against my exposed ass. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought it was his forearm he slapped down on top of my lower back. It was heavy and reached past my lumbar, halfway up my back. Now, I’m not a racist, and pity the ignorant people that subscribe to generalizations and stereotypes, but the first thing that crept into my mind when I felt the heavy piece of meat weighing on my back was my god, he’s got to be black!



A small smile crept into the corners of my mouth.



“Yeah man, let’s get to it! Wouldn’t want to keep this dirty little girl waiting any longer,” the guy in front of me said. Putting one hand on my forehead, he fed his half-hard cock into my waiting mouth. As soon as the taste of his cock hit my tongue, I could feel myself getting wet again. Pushing my lips over the O-ring gag, I managed to wrap them around his growing cock, creating an air-tight seal. As I sucked his rod, he began to pump in an out of my mouth, getting bigger and harder with every stroke. It felt so good having my mouth fucked, even if it was unsolicited. I wanted more. Using my tongue, I began to massage his shaft as it moved in and out of my mouth, deeper and deeper with every thrust. He was at least 7 inches long, I could tell because I had liked to practice giving blowjobs on my favorite dildo. It was 8 inches, but I could only ever take the first 7 before starting to gag. The fat cock currently fucking my mouth was not even fully hard, and it was already getting close to my gag reflex.



While his buddy was busy getting warmed up in my mouth, the guy behind me had taken matters into his own hands. Slapping his meat on my round ass, he was already rock-hard. Sliding his cock down my back and over the top of my crack, I could feel the slick trail of lube left in its wake.



But I’m dripping wet, I thought. Why the hell would he need lube to fuck my – I stopped mid-thought. Time seemed to slow down as he slid his cock past my lower back, over my tail bone, down my ass crack and over my tight little virgin asshole, where he came to a stop. My heart began pounding at the realization that tonight wasn’t going to be all ‘fun and games’, not for me anyway. I hope Jenny was right about this, I thought to myself, heart pounding with uncertainty. Because it looks like I’m finding out, whether I want to or not!



Fully hard and, as regular as a metronome, the guy in front was pumping my mouth with no end in sight. Though my thoughts had been on what was about to happen to my poor innocent ass, I still subconsciously managed to maintain my duties as a diligent cocksucker. Tightening my lips and sucking hard, I flicked the tip of my tongue at the underside of his shaft.



“Oh, yeah, that’s perfect sweetheart,” he moaned. “I could do this all day!”



If I kept my mind on sucking cock, maybe I could block out the felling of one being ass fucked for the first time. Suddenly I felt it. Heavy pressure began to push against the rosebud that was my tiny opening.



“Fuck man, she’s tight as hell! She must be an anal virgin!” I could hear the guy behind me get excited at his discovery. He began to push harder, spreading my cheeks wide apart with his large hands. A searing pain shot through my abdomen as I felt his head pop through my tight little ring, sliding inside me.



Jenny was right, the feeling was unlike anything I’d felt before. It was amazing. His head was so big; it felt like he had stuffed an apple in my ass! Pushing forward; he began to feed his monster cock inside me, inch by inch, slow and steady, stopping only to get a firmer grasp on me by moving is hands around my hip.



Thoughts at the back of my mind told me he would only have done this for the purpose of ramming me the way he would a cheap slut he’d picked up in a bar, or so I feared (and secretly hoped). He continued sliding in me.



He has to be getting close to the end, I thought emphatically as I could feel pressure on my abdomen from the head of his cock.



“Ooh yeah, half way there, bitch,” he said.



It seemed impossible! I could feel him in my stomach already. His cock wasn’t only a mile long, it was also wider than I could have imagined. My hole was stretched so far that the dull pain was starting to make me dizzy, not that there was anything I could do to stop him.



All the while; I managed to keep my composure, not letting a little (or in this case fucking huge) sodomy stop me from sucking the meat I was so generously being fed.



I could feel myself starting to cum. Throughout this whole ordeal; my clit hadn’t been so much as touched once, yet here I was on the verge of my first earth-shattering orgasm, with 2 cocks that weren’t even balls-deep in me, much less anywhere close to dumping their loads!



“God damn you’re a good little cocksucker honey,” the guy in my mouth said. “If I wasn’t on a schedule, I’d let you blow me all day. I might even see if I can use you for my buddy’s bachelor party next week. 25 married men, a cabin in the wood, a lot of alcohol and a whole lot of pent up sexual aggression. I think you’ll fit right in!”



Depending on how this night ended, I might just take him up on that.



“But, sadly we don’t have alot of time together,” he continued as I tried to listen as best I could with a mouth full of dick. “So I’m going to have to get a move on I’m afraid, darlin’.” And with that, his regular stroke began to lengthen, increasing in speed. He was nowhere near the size or girth of his friend, who currently trying to get a blowjob from the wrong end, but he was easily 9.5 – 10 inches long. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat already. I was in trouble.

Life has been difficult since the war started and our town was taken by the enemy. They watch our every move and enforce their will whenever they see fit. Three weeks have passed since my fateful encounter with the officer. He took me one day in a field where I had been picking mushrooms to supplement my family’s meagre food supply. I have often caught myself daydreaming about him, reliving our lust-filled union.



Tonight, however, I’m excited because some of the younger people of our town have conspired to have a gathering. It may seem silly, but even just playing some card games and scraping together some snacks makes for quite the party when your every movement is controlled by enemy invaders, and food is scarce.



My best friend, Svetlana, works in the same factory as me, at the next workstation. I’ve known her all my life, she’s practically my sister. She is shorter than me, and curvier, with thick blond hair and cornflower blue eyes. I have the same coloring, blond hair, and blue eyes, but finer features. Proud cheekbones and heart-shaped lips.



We giggle under our breath all day, bursting with excitement for the anticipated festivities. We are girls after all, just barely into womanhood. The work at the factory – sewing – can be hard, and our taskmasters are quick to come down on us for any perceived slack in the pace of our work, so we do our best to keep our heads down and work hard until the whistle blows, signaling the end of the shift. We walk home, arms linked. I check in with my family – aging parents aged all the faster by this war, and my little brother. They go to bed early, so I wait until they fall asleep, put a nice scrap of ribbon I found in my hair, and head off into the night.



No one is caught coming to the small abandoned ramshackle house, and we have taken care to blacken the windows with admixture made from soot. It is these small defiances that keep us from becoming dead inside, as some of the older townspeople seem to have. They nurture the hope that one day this war will be over and we will be free people, to do what we please, to pick up the pieces of our lives. The gathering is indeed a success, no one can stop smiling, and we are all savoring the precious moments of stolen freedom, memorizing the jokes and look of each other, young and vibrant, to sustain us for who knows how long. Sadly, the night draws long and we must leave.



Svetlana and I prepare to scurry home, wrapping ourselves up in shawls against the cold. The party attendees leave in ones and twos so as not to attract notice. When it is our turn to make a hasty exit, we scuttle out the door and try our best to keep to the shadows. We are only a block and a half from home – Svetlana’s family lives two floors below my family’s apartment – when I see something move in the shadows ahead. I stop, grabbing Svetlana’s arm to still her, but suddenly we are grabbed from behind by men, strong arms wrapping around my body like a vise.



They put their hands over our mouths to quiet us and carry us somewhere, I can’t see where. I struggle but I am thoroughly overpowered, it is no use. I gather my strength to make an escape whenever an opportunity may arise. The next thing I know I have been tossed down like a sack of potatoes onto a concrete floor. Svetlana is squirming beside me and I take small comfort in the fact that we are together. I look around and the first thing I see are several pairs of legs – not good. My eyes travel upwards in the dim light and I make out 3 men standing around us. The minute I can tell they are enemy soldiers my heart skips a beat and I can barely breathe. I’ve been through this once before, and I know my body would survive rape, but it is actually the possibility of being killed afterwards that has me so panicked. Somehow I’d known my officer (yes, in my mind he is somehow “mine”) wouldn’t kill me.



Then the men shift and I see another man – my officer, the wolf, as I think of him – step into view. His piercing blue eyes barely stop as they skim over me, surveying the scene before him. My body relaxes a little, which is absurd. Somehow instinctively I feel a smote safer in his presence. I must be insane. He walks over to me and bends over, lifting my chin with his hand so he can look into my eyes. I try to look as regal as I can. I have my pride.



“Ah, yes, this is the one. She is mine, and none of you are to touch her or you will feel my wrath.”



I swell with joy, until I remember Svetlana beside me. What on earth is going to happen? Svetlana looks at me, thoroughly frightened.



My officer picks me up and sets me down on a table. I choose not to fight because at this point I’m hoping things will wind up like last time, the best possible outcome for this scenario by my calculations. He takes each limb and binds it with rope to a table leg, so I am splayed face up on the table.



“Let me show you boys how to properly prepare a woman to be mounted. It’s always better when they’re wet and begging YOU for it”



The wolf lifts my skirts, baring my pussy to the cold air. After a few seconds, I feel his hot breath there, teasing me. Then a long lick, which makes my back arch involuntarily. The fact that people are watching this only makes it more erotic somehow. I close my eyes to shut them out but I can feel their gazes roving across my body. He licks a few more times slowly, then picks up the pace a bit. He stops to lift his head, “You guys can get started with her, ” he nods towards Svetlana. The wolf starts licking at my clit again but I’m distracted, worried about my friend. Svetlana starts to scream as they try to pick her up, and one of them slaps her, hard. “No, not my friend,” I moan. “Shhhh don’t worry about her darling, you have your own skin to save. Besides, it won’t be all bad, and we’ll let you two go home afterwards.” he says. “But I am rather disappointed to find out you speak our language and didn’t tell me before,” he said. “That will not go unpunished.”



Shit, I think, shit shit shit. He continues his ministrations though, persistent in getting me off. I begin to grow wetter and wetter, and soon can’t help myself, I try to open my legs wider even though they are trapped, tied to the table legs. “That’s right my little whore, tell me you want me to fuck you.”



“Yes please,” I say.



“Like this?” he says, inserting a large finger into my pussy. He starts stroking me inside, first with one finger and then two, rubbing the top side of my inner walls, and I begin to feel something building within me. He leans down to lap my clit with his tongue and all of a sudden the pleasure is overwhelming and I’m shuddering, my body spasming in waves and I can barely stand his touch. I try to close my thighs, preventing further stroking but it’s futile, and he just keeps going until I come again, my whole body tingling, the blood rushing to my cheeks.



He stands up, staring at me with inscrutable eyes. Next he walks around the table to where my head is supported at the edge. Undoing his belt buckle and pants, I see his long hard member spring free. He puts his penis against my lips, warm, soft and insistent. I look up at him as I open my mouth, taking the large mushroom-shaped head in. He grabs a fistful of my hair with one hand and starts bucking his hips, squeezing his muscles to fuck my face. All the while I watch him watch something I can’t see.



I can hear Svetlana’s whimpering, and wonder what torture she is enduring. Soon the saliva is dripping from the sides of my mouth, as the wolf continues to saw in and out of my mouth, and I try not to gag as it rams down my throat, struggling to breath. His balls slap my cheek with each thrust, and I hope it will end soon. His pace begins to slow and abruptly he pulls out, leaving me gasping for air.



He walks around to my exposed cunt again, and I think he’ll shove his cock in, but instead he turns the table so I can see what is happening on the other side of the room. Then he shoves deep inside me, while I see that Svetlana is now on her knees, over one man who is holding her about the waist, his cock buried in her pussy. A second man is behind, fucking her in the ass. She’s probably be crying out if not for a third man thrusting into her face. My officer begins to fuck me so hard the table moves half an inch with each thrust. He grabs one breast in each hand, squeezing so hard I know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. I can’t look away from the foursome. I’m disgusted with myself for being turned on at the sight of so much carnal lust playing out before my eyes.



The officer starts to stroke my clit with one hand, sending me over the edge again as he comes. I can feel his hot cum shoot inside me, and he collapses on top of me, spent. Semen drips down my leg while his weight presses me down. He lays with his head on my chest, lackadaisically suckling one breast and fondling the other. I feel a tender warmth, but how is that possible towards such a beast?



“You like watching that, hmmmm?” he croons, “my little whore has dark appetites. That reminds me, I have yet to punish you…”



Trailing off, he rolls to one side of me, his penis slipping out of me, and I feel inexplicably empty. Forcing my head to one side to watch Svetlana’s triple penetration he starts slapping my tender clit. The man who has been pummeling Svetlana’s ass comes into her, his climax written on his face as he calls out. He slips out of her ass, his seed dripping onto the floor. He stands to one side, watching the other two take their pleasure. The man in her mouth moves to take up position in her brutalized anus, and begins to pound away in rhythm with the one in her pussy. Svetlana is just a rag doll in their arms, totally supported by their arms and bodies. She’s gone into shock and just moans lowly.



The man who is now in her ass also finishes rather quickly, adding his cum to her stretched out anal cavity. I can’t help myself, my wolf smacking my clit harder and harder, slapping it raw. I cum yet again, my body quivering.



Finally the third man flips her over a barrel, sinking balls deep into her ass. He reaches around to finger her clit while he rides her. I watch his butt cheeks clench with each thrust, thighs straining. The other two stand to each side, facing Svetlana, stoking their cocks. Soon I can hear Svetlana moaning in earnest, climaxing despite herself. I hear the men call her nasty things, whore, cunt, telling her she’s worth nothing except as something to be fucked by men. As she cums, screaming, the two that are standing shoot hot loads of cum on her face while the one in her ass adds his jizz to that of the other two.



The three men redress, leaving Svetlana lying across the barrel. They keep calling her names, as though trying to reassure themselves that this was within their rights, and one even spits on her back as he takes his leave.



My officer gets dressed and unties me. I lay there, watching him, not moving.



“Maybe I’ll introduce my stupid dirty whore to the pleasures of being penetrated anally, or by two men at once next time.”



A thrill passes down my spine at the thought, and I watch him walk out into the night.

I started early in our married life praising my wife for following “the rules”. I chose some of the rules so they would be easy to follow. She liked a clean house anyway so it was a rule that she had to clean it every day. She went to the gym anyway so it became a rule. She refused to let me go down on her unless she was freshly showered so it was a rule that she had to shower every night before bed.



There were some rules she didn’t particularly care for; she hated giving blowjobs and I had the idea I could train her to like it by making her obey the rule she kiss me good morning by kissing my cock – kind of like aversion therapy. I had some success; she’d started licking and sucking of her own accord.



It was a rule that she sit on the floor by my feet at night while I watched the news; she would lay her head on my knee and I’d stroke her hair. In the beginning she’d laugh at the rules but when I said “you are such a good girl for following the rules,” she would smile and kiss my cock with more enthusiasm or pull my hand from her hair to kiss it. As she came close to an orgasm I’d tell again what a good girl she is, subtly reinforcing the link in her brain between pleasure and following the rules. She was being trained. Slowly I added new rules or changed the old ones. Soon she was willingly kneeling in front of me to show respect when I came home from work and the morning kisses changed to blowjobs.



“I’ve decided you need to learn to happily give me a blowjob, sweetie,” I said. “You are a good girl for following the rules and today there is a new rule. You must learn to enjoy sucking on my dick.” I would show her videos of women deep throating and obviously enjoying it. I’d give her assignments to find me internet porn videos of deep throating to show me when I got home from work. She needed to tell me why she liked the one she picked in particular. We quickly moved from me passively enjoying her cock licking to me fucking her face like a pussy. “You’re such a good girl,” I’d croon and she would allow my cock to slide deeper down the back of her throat. “Such a good girl,” and I’d hold the back of her head so she couldn’t move as I forced it a little further. She’d smile up at me when I pulled out to let her breathe.



Using the same tactic I taught her to enjoy anal sex. “You are such a good girl,” I’d say as she presented her ass to me. “Such a good Daddy’s girl,” I’d say as I pushed the head of my cock into her tight asshole. Her sharp intake of breath and gasp I knew meant a little pain but I reached around her & squeezed her nipple and reminded her that she was a good girl for following the rules. She’d nod and smile up at me.



She reached between her legs and rubbed her clitoris as I inched further into her tight ass. “Push back onto my cock,” I said. “That’s a good girl” as she pressed her asshole back until I was in all the way. “You are such a good girl,” I breathed as I pulled out and back in; slowly building up to a steady rhythm. I could feel myself getting close – so could she – she would complain sometimes that my cock grew even bigger just before I came and caused more pain but her desire to please me and follow the rules was stronger than her desire to complain. We came at the same time – me deep in her ass. Her with her fingers in her pussy. “Such a good girl!” I said as I stroked her back.



Swallowing, however, is an ongoing battle. I think my method works well most of the time, but my wife seems to have a deep seated animosity toward swallowing my cum. I’ve never made it a rule, but I think now is the time. I’ve decided to tackle this differently. In addition to praising her for following the rules, I am going to tell her she has a choice, she can either swallow when I cum in her mouth or she can ask for a spanking – either way she still gets to be praised. “You’re a good girl,” I said as she sat by my feet, “You just have to choose which rule you will follow.” I reached out and caressed her cheek. She didn’t look happy but she wasn’t arguing. I continued to caress her neck. “You are such a good girl for following the rules and following the rules makes me very happy,” I smiled down at her.



At bed time I didn’t know if she would swallow or ask for a spanking. She came in from her shower with a towel around her and knelt at my feet.



“Such a good girl,” I sighed as she opened my robe and took me in her mouth. She looked a bit unhappy. She deep throated my cock, sticking her tongue out and licking my balls. I was so hard. I held her head and began to fuck her thinking I’d finally get to cum in her mouth and she would swallow. She pressed her hands against my thighs to get me to stop. I looked down and saw tears in the eyes.



“I’m so sorry honey, I just can’t swallow. I guess I have to ask you for a spanking,” and she burst into tears.



“You are such a good girl for asking and following the rules,” I smiled down at her. “Don’t worry, everything will be alright. You had a choice – and either way you’re following the rules. You are such a good girl and you make me feel so good!” My cock was still very hard as I helped her lay on the bed.



I had decided I would need to give her a good, hard spanking that she would remember to help her decide that swallowing was a better choice than getting a spanking. I knelt on the bed beside her and rubbed her ass. “Swack, swack swack, swack, swack, swack!” Hard spanks with my open hand in quick succession.



“I’m so sorry honey,” she cried.



“Don’t be sorry! You’re a good girl for following the rules,” I said. I told her to open her legs and reached to stroke her clitoris. “Such a good girl! But your spanking isn’t over yet,” I warned. Swack, swack, swack, swack, covering her cheeks and thighs. Swack swack swack swack. Hard enough my hand was stinging.



“Please, no more, it hurts” she cried.



Swack, swack, swack, swack. I stopped to admire her lovely round and now bright red ass and discovered I was still as horny as I was when she was kneeling before me with my cock down her throat. I reached between her legs again and discovered she was slick with desire. I circled her clitoris until she was moaning. “Such a good girl for following the rules.”



I picked up a hairbrush on the nightstand and used it instead of my hand. I hit her hard but not hard enough to bruise. She was still begging me to stop.



I rubbed and caressed her ass until her crying calmed. “You are such a good girl for following the rules. You did nothing wrong. Next time you can choose whether you want to swallow or ask for a spanking again and either way you are a good girl.”



She looked up at me over her shoulder and smiled. “Thank you . . . Sir.” I liked her spontaneous addition of the word Sir. I told her to present her ass to me and she quickly complied. I eased my now aching cock into her hot wet pussy and rocked back and forth.



“Such a good girl,” I said as I came deep inside her. I pulled out and turned her around. “Clean my cock,” I said. “It’s a new rule.” I think she was so relieved to have the spanking over with she was happy to comply. When she was done I laid her on her stomach, spread her legs and played with her clitoris until she was at the edge of an orgasm three times before allowing her release. My cum seeping out of her pussy providing lubricant. “You’re such a good girl,” I crooned into her ear. She practically purred her happy response.



I gave her a week before I again said she would have to choose between swallowing or a getting a spanking. “There are no wrong choices,” I told her. “You’re a good girl, such a good girl.” And really I had enjoyed spanking her and seeing has ass turn red. I liked that it made her call me Sir and she very readily followed a new rule. It might take more spankings before she decides to swallow but I think I’ll enjoy it either way! And when she does decide to swallow, I think I’ll make occasional threesomes part of our sexual repertoire. And if she doesn’t want to, she can always ask for a spanking!

A young lady called Vanessa T contacted me after reading some of my stories to tell me how much she had enjoyed reading them. It transpired that my usual topics fitted nicely with her fantasies. After persuading her to admit her fantasies to me I suggested I should write her a story. The sexual adventure below is the result with a few added fantasies of my own. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.



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It sounded too good to be true, and of course it was, but as Jason listened to his old friend Andy describing the sexual activities of a group of select friends he felt excited. Andy explained how the club specialised in providing discrete but wild sexual adventures for the member’s girl friends or wives.



They were sat together in the bar of an up market hotel and across the other side of the bar, standing alone, was a very attractive looking woman. Jason guessed that she was aged around thirty five or so and dressed in a long elegant evening gown that clung to her body in all the right places. Jason had noticed her as soon as she walked in and now his friend Andy was suggesting that if he joined this exclusive club tonight he could participate with a group of like minded men and participate in the gangbanging of the woman later on. One of Jason’s biggest fantasies and the subject of many an internet search was the subject of gangbangs.



Jason listened intently as Andy explained that there were many women around like the one in the bar who had secret fantasies of being raped, gangbanged or just generally sexually abused by a group of men who would remain discrete and of course be trustworthy to keep a secret.



Jason looked over at the woman again, noting her exquisite figure. He found it hard to believe that a woman like that could be hiding such explicit desires and even more hard to believe that she was willing to act on those desires. He turned to face Andy and said, “what about her husband, doesn’t he mind?”



“It was probably his suggestion in the first place,” Andy replied with a grin. “Some husbands have fantasies of watching their wives or girlfriends being groped and fucked by a group of men and like to be present and watch. Their presence gives their wives the reassurance that if the men get too rough he is there to protect her. Others wait in the bar and just like to see pictures or a movie of the event later.”



Jason noticed quite a few men sitting around in the bar and no other women except for the one in question. He also noticed that she was looking around the bar discretely checking out the men but looking nervous.



“Is this woman’s husband here tonight?”



“No, he wants us to make a video that he can watch and enjoy later.”



So how do I join this club?”



“Firstly you have to be recommended by an existing member. I can do that now.



Secondly, and most importantly you have to sign an agreement that you will bring your girlfriend, Vanessa isn’t it, along to one of our gatherings as payment to the men whose wives or girlfriends have, or will be, enjoyed by you.”



Jason wasn’t really listening as his friend reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper and then pushed it across the table and said, “here, answer a few questions, sign this and you can be part of tonight’s action.”



In the back of his mind he knew that there was no way that Vanessa would ever agree to anything like this. However, at this very moment the drink, his curiosity and a semi-erect cock were ruling his mind.



As if to reassure him self he asked Andy, “so if I sign up I can definitely be part of a group that will help to satisfy that woman’s sexual fantasies tonight?”



Andy leaned across and whispered discretely, “That woman’s fantasy is to be tied up, forcibly stripped naked, preferably having her clothes ripped and torn off and then be abused and fucked by a group of men.”



He could sense that Jason was taking the bait as he continued, “just fill out the questionnaire including your girlfriend’s fantasies and any fetishes she has and then you can have some fun tonight with the rest of us.”



Jason was hooked. He took out a pen from his jacket and hurriedly filled out the questionnaire.



Name of Girl Friend/Wife——Vanessa



Height————————— 5 feet 2 inches



Weight————————— 105 lbs



Measurements—————— 33B-26-28



Pussy shaved/unshaved——-Shaved



Fetishes————————–Wearing pantyhose without any panties. Sumata whilst wearing pantyhose.



Favourite position?————–Doggy



Does she swallow?————–Yes



Ever had anal sex?————–Never



Fantasies————————-Non consensual sex, rape, punishment, humiliation.



He quickly read the last section which read, “I consent to bring the above mentioned wife/girlfriend to a club meeting within the next six months where she will take part in group sex activities with the other members.”



Jason signed and dated the paper and passed it back to Andy. He never thought for one moment that the paper he had just signed had any real significance. He just saw it as a means of his friend getting him in on the action with the sexy looking women on the other side of the bar room.



Andy felt pleased with himself as he folded the agreement and put it in his pocket. Ever since seeing Jason’s girlfriend by chance one evening, when she and Jason were attending a wedding, he had been overcome with feelings of lust and fantasised about fucking her. Over the next few months he found he could not shake her image from his mind. His friend Jason’s beautiful petite Chinese Singaporean girlfriend wearing a very revealing white dress was etched in his brain. The way in which the short dress clung to her buttocks so tightly that it was obvious she had not been wearing any panties; the smooth nylon sheen of her pantyhose drawing attention to her shapely legs. The revealing top showing her naked belly and then a skimpy boob tube which just seemed to draw attention to her breasts drove him wild with lust. He had masturbated many times since, imagining running his hands all the way up her nylon clad thighs until he could press his fingers against the flesh of her pussy through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose. Other times he would imagine forcefully pulling the boob tube down to reveal her breasts before making her suck his stiff penis and swallow his cum. Now that he had read about her fantasies on the questionnaire he knew that his masturbatory fantasies were now almost certainly possible.



Andy and his friends had tricked quite a few over the past few years and he felt confident that with patience Vanessa would be theirs to use as they wished whether she liked it or not. He felt a little guilty knowing that the target women’s husbands/boyfriends were being deceived but his own lustful desires overcame any guilt he might have.



The elegant woman that had caught his friend Jason’s lustful imagination this evening was in fact a high class prostitute but it suited the club members to pay for women like this to initially snare the husbands and boyfriends of the real wives and girlfriends that the club member’s had targeted and wanted for their perverted pleasure.



Andy’s thoughts were interrupted when Jason nudged him impatiently saying, “So when does the action start?”



“So you are impatient to get involved then?” Andy teased.



Jason didn’t answer, he just gazed across the bar room at the woman as his friend continued, “We’ll go over and introduce our selves now. As the new member you will have the privilege of stripping her naked. Don’t forget she has given specific instructions that she wants her clothes to be torn or cut from her body before being abused by all of us.”



Jason felt his erection growing uncomfortably stiff as his friend continued, “We will be using a special room upstairs where we have the facilities to tie her up as requested. When we get into the room upstairs you’ll be expected to instigate the proceedings. Are you comfortable with that?”



“You bet!” Jason replied, already standing and eager to start.



“One more thing before we go over.”



“What’s that?” asked Jason.



“There will be someone in the room shooting a video on behalf of the husband. This is quite usual so please just carry on as though he is not there.”



“No problem,” said Jason as they both headed toward the other side of the bar room and the elegantly dressed woman.



Jason noticed the other men in the room were also converging on her and could see an almost desperate look in her eyes. As he got close to her two of the men suddenly grabbed the woman’s arms.



She protested, “What do you think you are doing, stop!” as they pulled her shouting and protesting toward the rear exit of the bar and the elevator.



Jason felt a little awkward at first but when he, five other men and the woman were in the elevator Andy encouraged him by saying, “don’t be shy Jason, have a feel of her tits or do what ever you fancy.”



She was struggling against the two men who were still holding her by the wrists. Jason looked at the way her dark eyes seemed to challenge him. Up close he could see that she was younger than he had originally thought, aged around thirty at the most, with a superb figure that was highlighted by the clinging fabric of her evening gown.



Now that he was close to her he could also see that she was bra-less. He could feel his own inhibitions fading rapidly as the other men taunted, “Let’s rip off the dress and get her tits out.”



He felt as though he was being swept along by the pack of lust filled wild men as he reached forward and gripped the top of the woman’s dress. He paused for a moment, feeling his own arousal as the woman pleadingly looked into his eyes. His gaze shifted down to the outline of her bra-less breasts before suddenly ripping the sheer fabric from her body. The dress tore easily and the other men all cheered loudly as the top part was left hanging in shreds around her waist leaving her breasts naked and jiggling wildly as she protested, “no you bastards!”



Of course none of them took any notice as they all fought for a feel. Squeezing and pulling them roughly.



The elevator stopped and the doors opened. They dragged the woman out and along the corridor. Her struggling seemed convincing as they then opened the door to a private room and pulled her inside. Once inside they were soon joined by other men who had rushed up the stairs from the bar.



Jason looked around noticing a rope hanging from a large hook in the ceiling. Andy said, “Tie her hands above her head Jason.” He swiftly grabbed the rope and with help from some of the others bound her hands together and then tied them to the hanging rope. With her arms now stretched up above her head the effect was to accentuate her breasts. The men paused for a moment and just looked at her; all enjoying the view of her firm heaving breasts. Her protests had died away and she only muttered a few obscenities when each foot was tied to specially placed rings fixed to the floor.



She was now helpless and the fact that her feet were tied about three feet apart made her look very vulnerable. The other men were already unzipping their trousers and again Jason felt swept along with the mood of the others as he imagined his girlfriend Vanessa in this position. It was high on his list of fantasies but knew that she would never ever agree to such a thing.



He stared at the captive woman, becoming more and more turned on by the defiant look in her eyes. Still looking at her he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erection, he gave it a few strokes enjoying the experience of showing her what would soon be fucking her.



He looked at the way in which the lower part of her dress was now stretched very tightly across her hips and thighs; the fine taught fabric bulging subtly but erotically over her pubis. Filled with lust he then reached forward, gripped torn dress that was hanging from her waist and ripped it completely from her body.



There was a brief silence followed by loud cheers from the men as Jason and the others saw that she had not been wearing any panties and was now completely naked.



The group of men moved closer, surrounding her and all of them with their stiff cocks on display.



Aware that the others were waiting for him he moved closer to the woman. He felt as though he was in some kind of erotic dream. A situation where there were no moral constraints or come backs. He drank in the sexy vision in front of him; the elegant woman he had first seen across the bar earlier now completely naked; her breasts still heaving with each of her nervous breaths tipped with perfect large and erect nipples. His gaze slowly moved down over the silky flesh of her belly and to her completely hairless pubis. With her feet tied and her thighs parted he could see her fleshy pussy lips protruding between her thighs. Momentarily shifting his gaze he stared into her dark eyes and then pushed his hand between her open thighs. He felt incredibly horny knowing that he could just use this woman with no consideration for her enjoyment, just use her for his own selfish satisfaction.



He instantly felt both the heat and the wetness between her thighs and grinned as he roughly pushed a couple of fingers up into her wet pussy causing her to gasp. Satisfied that her pussy was lubricated he quickly moved directly in front of her, guided his aching cock between her thighs, adjusted his position and then thrust him self up inside her. She cursed loudly, “you bastard!” but that just added to his lust filled desires as he fucked her, gripping her buttocks and forcing him self inside her as deep as he could go.



He knew he would not last long but didn’t care. He felt his spunk rising and with a few more powerful thrusts he was emptying himself inside her.



He pulled out of her and stepped back, noticing one of the others with a camera as the rest of the men closed in around the woman. Jason watched as they all started to take turns with her; some from the front, others from the back. Andy was next and took her from behind quickly finishing he pulled out and wiped his cock on her backside.



When Andy had finished he walked over to Jason and said, “Let’s go and get cleaned up while the others finish with her.



The two of them went to an adjacent washroom and as they wiped them selves clean Jason could hear the woman cursing each man as the rest of the club took turns with her. Andy was grinning as he zipped himself up and said, “So, did you enjoy that Jason?”



“Oh yes! It was incredible, thank you for introducing me to your club.”



The two of them returned to the bar, had one last drink and then went their separate ways. On the way home Jason was replaying the horny events of the evening in his head. He had never expected to experience anything like that but in the back of his mind was a nagging problem that he was trying to ignore.



He knew there was no way he would be able to bring Vanessa to the club. Yes, he knew that Vanessa had fantasies that would be perfect for the club but they were just that, fantasies, not something that she would ever consent to in real life.



He dismissed his worry and decided that he would just renege on the agreement he had signed. After all what could the club do? Take him to court?



His friend Andy meanwhile had doubled back to the club and was chatting with the others.



They were all seated around a table looking at the numerous pictures they had taken secretly of Jason’s girlfriend Vanessa whilst following her during the past few months.



She had been the topic of numerous conversations recently ever since Jason had introduced Vanessa to his friend. From the moment he had met her he knew that he wanted to introduce her to the guys in the club. Introduce sexually of course not socially. There was something very alluring about the way she dressed and during the time he had been following her she always looked sexy and dressed in expensive outfits. Her dresses and skirts usually hugged her shapely backside and were short enough to show another interesting facet which was her pantyhose. He had never seen her without the expensive looking nylon sheen covering, but drawing attention to, her long shapely legs. She always wore heels and, after checking her out many times whilst taking sneaky pictures of her, he was convinced that she never wore panties, a fact that Jason had now confirmed.



After the events of this evening Andy felt confident that Vanessa would soon be theirs to do with as they pleased. He looked again at the pictures of her. There was something about her expression that seemed to say to any man who dared look at her, “In your dreams!” A kind of aloofness that as far as Andy was concerned made her all the more sexually attractive. He looked at the shots they had of her getting out of Jason’s car. The accidental glimpses of her nylon clad upper thighs. In one picture there was even a glimpse of the dark gusset of her pantyhose. Andy paused on this picture, imagining the delights hidden beneath that dark gusset and confident that before long her shaved pussy would be available for the club members to look at, finger and then fuck.



Now that the men had all read Jason’s completed questionnaire they all commented on the answer to the fantasy question of non consensual sex, rape, punishment and humiliation. The other thing they all commented on was ‘Sumata whilst wearing pantyhose.’ Without exception they all commented, “What the fuck is Sumata?” After a quick Google session on Andy’s lap top they soon learned that Sumata was a Japanese term for non penetrating sex. More specifically it was a term used to describe the man rubbing his erect penis between the tops of a woman’s thighs and parted lips of her vulva, usually from behind.



Her fetish of pantyhose sex was something else that fascinated the group. Usually their chosen targets would be stripped completely naked but perhaps they could fulfil another of her fantasies and perhaps add to theirs by leaving on her pantyhose. A common theme was starting to emerge during their discussions of perhaps instead of stripping her naked they would ‘rearrange’ her clothing before humiliating and fucking her. Andy found that he was fascinated by what he had discovered about Sumata. He was already trying to imagine how good it might feel to roll down Vanessa’s pantyhose sufficiently so that he could slide his cock between the hopefully wet nylon on one side and the pussy lips of his friend’s girlfriend on the other. The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea. He imagined the humiliation she might feel as a few of them took turns to do this Sumata thing and each ejaculate inside her pantyhose.



His imaginative thoughts stopped when one of the men turned to him saying, “I thought that our paid lady friend acted well again tonight; very convincing.



Andy chuckled, feeling pleased with him self and confident that Vanessa would soon be theirs to do with as they pleased. Their little ploy of paying a prostitute they knew well to play the part of a member’s partner, tempting the boyfriends of the women they wanted to abuse, had worked well so far and soon Vanessa would be added to their list.



After checking the pictures of Vanessa they looked at the video they had from the evening of Jason playing the leading role in the earlier gangbang.



They were pleased with the results. The camera had been cleverly positioned to not only show Jason’s face clearly but also enough detail to show him first ripping off the woman’s clothes and then raping her. Well, they knew it wasn’t rape but Jason’s employer or even the police might see it differently if the need arose.



A few weeks passed before Jason was contacted again by his friend Andy. He called one evening saying, “Hi Jason, my fellow club members have been asking me when they can expect you to bring Vanessa along to the club as promised.”

Jason just laughed saying, “I thought that it was just a joke. Surely you’re not serious? I never thought that you really intended me to go through with it.”



Although he laughed he felt a sudden feeling of anxiety. Worried how he could possibly submit his girlfriend to be abused like that let alone getting her to agree to it.



Andy was quiet for a moment and then said, “I seem to remember that you didn’t appear too bothered about ripping the dress from a fellow member’s wife before initiating and then leading her gangbang rape ordeal.”



There was a long uncomfortable pause but then Jason felt a wave of relief as Andy chuckled before continuing, “OK, don’t worry; I thought that you might feel that way. It’s really not a problem. We must meet for a drink soon.



Oh, by the way, you’d better keep an eye on the delightful Vanessa though; we don’t want her kidnapped or anything.” Just for a fleeting moment there was a sinister tone to Andy’s voice but then he chuckled and said, “See you soon Jason, goodbye.”



On this particular Friday morning Vanessa had absolutely no idea how very differently her day would end; why should she? So far she had no knowledge whatsoever of Andy’s club and its activities but before the end of the day all that would change.



She awoke feeling happy and horny. After a long shower she sat naked at her dressing table first brushing her hair and then applying her makeup. Before getting dressed for work she opened a fresh pack of 15 denier sheer black pantyhose and started to pull the new smooth nylon up over her shapely thighs. She paused midway, unable to resist running a hand down over her freshly shaved pubis and pussy. She loved the smooth feeling of her pubis and her fleshy pussy when it was freshly shaved.



Forcing her self to continue dressing, rather than play with her self for a little longer, she pulled the sheer nylon up over her thighs until it encased her lower body completely. She tugged the waistband higher, enjoying the feel of the nylon as it pressed intimately against her hairless pussy. She squatted down a few times allowing the sheer nylon to mould its self completely and comfortably around the intimate folds and creases of her crotch.



Before continuing she checked her reflection in the mirror. She turned one way and then the other, noting how the sheer pantyhose looked almost transparent where it was stretched over each of her buttocks contrasting perfectly with the much darker black of the reinforced gusset.



Vanessa had already decided to wear a simple white tapered blouse and dark grey pencil skirt. She chose a bra which somehow matched her horny mood. It was a black half cup bra trimmed with lace and it occurred to her that it would show through the white fabric of her blouse. She hesitated but then decided that together with the jacket she was intending to wear nobody would notice. The bra was trimmed with fine black lace and Vanessa liked the way it accentuated her B cup breasts and made her feel a little daring because the black lace cups only just covered her nipples.



She put on the white blouse and then stepped into her pencil skirt. The skirt was quite tight across her thighs and if it didn’t have a kick pleat in the back it would have be difficult to walk in.



She hesitated before putting on her jacket. The black bra was quite visible through the blouse and she felt that perhaps it was not appropriate for the office. Finally she ignored her worries, slipped on her jacket and then finally some four inch pointed toe shoes.



As she left the house and travelled to work she enjoyed the admiring glances of some passing men. She knew that the skirt accentuated her buttocks, making them wiggle provocatively as she walked but the admiring glances made the slight discomfort worthwhile. She often wondered what the men were thinking as they glanced admiringly at her. One thing was for sure, whatever they were thinking they wouldn’t get it; “in your dreams” she would say to her self as she barely gave them a second glance.



The day at work was uneventful but everything started to change from the usual routine as she left the office at the end of the day.



Jason was due to meet her outside of the office but as she exited the office building she found Andy waiting for her. She remembered having met him a few times before and knew he was a friend of Jason’s. Like the previous times when they had met she noticed immediately how he openly checked her out making her feel a little uncomfortable as he said, “I called round to see Jason earlier and he has had some bad luck. His car has been stolen together with his laptop and mobile phone. He is arranging a temporary replacement car and asked me if I would meet you from work and then take you to a bar we both know so that he can pick you up later once he has sorted out the insurance details and picked up a replacement car etc.”



The story sounded convincing especially because Jason had already said that he would be taking her to a bar after work.



Vanessa followed Andy to a car park around the corner from her office and they were soon both in his car and heading across town to the club.



Andy was finding it difficult to control his lustful feelings and anxious not to arouse Vanessa’s suspicions. As he drove along toward the bar he found it hard to keep his eyes on the road as his gaze was drawn to Vanessa’s legs. Her skirt had ridden up to reveal a wonderful shapely expanse of nylon covered thigh. He quickly shifted his gaze as she caught him looking and tried her best to pull down the hem to cover herself.



His eyes were also drawn to the brief glimpses of Vanessa’s blouse under her jacket. Her jacket was unfastened and as she moved Andy caught the occasional glimpse of her blouse; or more specifically the sexy black bra underneath it.



His mind began to race and he could feel his own arousal as he imagined what the guys had in mind for her later on at the club.



To calm his excitement he made an effort at small talk as they pulled into the parking area at the rear of the club.



He played the part of being a gentleman as he quickly got out of the car and rushed round to open Vanessa’s door.



He offered her his hand to help her from the car and felt his cock twitch as he gazed at her long nylon clad thighs briefly displaying more than she intended as she manoeuvred to get out of the low car.



There was an entrance to the club off of the car park and as they walked inside Vanessa felt a little uneasy as she glanced around the bar noticing that she was the only woman amongst twenty or so men.



Andy tried to reassure her saying, “It’s a little early yet and Jason should be here soon. Would you like a drink while we’re waiting?”



“I’ll have a glass of white wine please,” Vanessa said as she perched her self onto one of the bar stools. “A glass of chardonnay would be good.”



Andy soon returned with her wine and a glass of whisky for him self.



He sat on a stool next to her, raised his glass and said, “Cheers, here’s to an enjoyable evening.”



“Vanessa touched her glass against his but responded by saying, “I don’t know about an enjoyable evening, I’m only here until Jason arrives.”



As she finished speaking another guy wandered over with a drink in his hand and carrying a lap top computer.



“Hi Andy,” he said, “mind if join you?”



“No not at all, please. Let me introduce you. This is Vanessa, you know, my friend Jason’s girlfriend”



Vanessa felt uncomfortable as the new guy quite openly checked her out from head to toe before saying, “hi Vanessa, I’m Robert.”



Her unease grew as Robert said in a raised voice, “Hey, guys, come and meet Vanessa.”



The rest of the men in the bar quickly gathered round her, all of them making a point of checking her over. Vanessa went to get up from the stool, saying to Andy, “I’d like to leave now.”



She felt a strong hand grip her shoulder and push her back down onto the bar stool as Robert said, “Your boyfriend is in debt to all of us and tonight is repayment time.”



Vanessa glared indignantly at him as she replied, “Jason’s debts are his business not mine. Besides I don’t have any money with me.”



The men all laughed and then Robert said, “I think you need to see something.”



He opened the lap top, held it in front of Vanessa and hit ‘play’.



Vanessa started to protest as she saw what she thought was the start of a random porno movie. She made to get up and leave again but like before a strong hand pressed her back in her seat.



She then gasped as she recognised Jason ripping down the front of a helpless looking woman’s dress and exposing her breasts; helpless because the woman was being held forcibly by two other men. She wanted to look away but her eyes felt drawn to the screen as the action moved on to where the woman was tied with her arms above her head. Vanessa felt completely stunned as she watched the woman’s feet being tied to the rings in the floor before Jason ripped off her dress completely.



Vanessa felt as though she was watching some kind of nightmare as the woman writhed around on the ropes completely naked before being fucked by all of the men in turn; Jason taking her first followed by all of the others.



Robert closed the lap top and put it on the bar before turning to Vanessa.



Vanessa felt completely shocked by what she had just seen and just sat and listened in disbelief as Andy said, “Vanessa, this little club of ours is where we indulge in living out our fantasies of group sex.” He then lied a little as he continued, “many of our member’s partners have similar fantasies and we help them to have experiences of being group fucked with complete discretion and confidentiality.



The woman you just saw in the movie was the wife of one of our members. A very important rule of our club is that any man taking part must agree to bring his wife or girlfriend along for the enjoyment of the rest of club as a form of payment within six months of joining.



Each new member signs an agreement where he not only agrees to this but also gives details of his partner’s measurements and lists her fantasies and fetishes.



Vanessa felt her self panicking and tried to get up and leave again. She felt the strong hands on her shoulders and this time struggled to wriggle free and escape but it was hopeless. The men were crowded around her and she eventually stopped struggling and sat back down.



She listened in silence as Andy read out the details that Jason had submitted when he had joined. She felt her cheeks flush red with embarrassment as Andy read out her vital statistics and the fact that she shaved her pussy. She took in a few deep breaths to try and calm her self as Andy paused reading the agreement for a moment. She then felt her cheeks turn to crimson as Andy continued, with excitement and delight in his voice, that her fantasies featured non consensual sex, rape, punishment and humiliation.



As if that wasn’t enough she listened in a daze as he then described her fetish of having sex wearing pantyhose and went on to explain the Japanese term ‘sumata’.



Finally he read out the part where Jason promised to bring Vanessa to the club where she would take part in group sex with the other members.



The room fell silent for a few moments and Vanessa was aware of all the men gazing at her.



The silence was broken by Andy as he said, “Vanessa, as you might have guessed by now your boyfriend Jason is not going to come and collect you. He doesn’t even know you are here. Not yet anyway. Just in case you are in any doubt and if Jason’s list of your fantasies and fetishes is correct, then tonight all of your fantasies are about to come true.”



Vanessa shouted at them, “No, no way you bastards, I won’t let you, let me go!”



She made another attempt to jump up and escape but this time a large strong hand swiftly slid inside her jacket and painfully gripped her left breast. The more she struggled the harder he squeezed. Finally as he squeezed and then twisted her breast painfully, she stopped her struggle and sat back down.



“So Vanessa, your choices are very limited. Whatever else happens we are all going to fuck you in one way or another. The best thing you can do now to make it easier on your self is to start by undressing your self, right now here in the bar, but whatever you decide we will still all have our way with you.”



The man was still gripping her left breast quite painfully as Vanessa gazed down at her feet knowing that there was no escape.



There was no way she wanted her clothes ripped or torn. They were all expensive designer items that had cost a fortune but equally there was also no way she was going to undress voluntarily and submit her self to these depraved men.



She raised her head and looked around defiantly saying, “I’m not going to take my clothes off for you so you’ll just have to do your worst.”



The man gripping her breast pulled her up off of the seat by pulling her tender flesh painfully upwards. As soon as she was standing she started to struggle as the men closed in. The man released his painful grip on her breast and then she felt many hands starting to grope her all over. Her jacket was swiftly and efficiently removed and then eager hands were busy unfastening her blouse. As the last of the blouse buttons was unfastened Vanessa, despite the fact that she knew she was about to be abused and used by this crowd of excited men, bizarrely felt pleased that she had chosen the sexy black half cup bra that morning. She felt shocked as she realised it was giving her an unexpected thrill knowing that the sight of her partially exposed breasts was exciting the men.



She was still struggling but knew it was hopeless as her blouse was opened to reveal her B cup breasts which were displayed sexily by the black lace of the bra. She saw the looks of lust in the men’s eyes as they paused briefly to leer at her bra covered breasts. She heard a few of them exclaim, “Nice tits, Vanessa,” as she felt other hands pulling up her skirt.



Her skirt was slowly but surely being pulled up over her thighs. She could feel the tightness of it as the rolled up hem was pulled and stretched further and further up her legs showing off more of her nylon clad thighs to the men. She heard the sound of a seam ripping as the kick pleat gave way and the skirt was finally bunched up tightly around her waist.



She squealed ‘ouch!’ as one of the men playfully but quite firmly slapped one of her buttocks as if to reinforce the fact that now the only thing between her buttocks and the men was a thin covering of sheer nylon.



One of the men then said, “Let’s get her tits out.” She felt fingers push under the bottom of the wired bra cups and then suddenly her bra was being stretched out and then up leaving her breasts unsupported and naked. She tried to object shouting, “no, please no,” as hands and fingers started to maul her naked breasts; squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her nipples, but deep inside she was becoming resigned to her fate.



She felt helpless as her hands were then held tightly behind her back. She listened to their crude comments as they slowly circled round groping and gazing at her exposed breasts.



She winced as they took turns to roughly pull at her nipples, causing them to redden and swell. Much to her added embarrassment she realised that she was becoming aroused. The rough treatment of her nipples, although sometimes painful and the feeling of being so vulnerable, was causing her breasts to tingle. She tried to concentrate on how she could get her revenge on Jason, or how much it hurt when they twisted and pinched her swollen nipples, but no matter how much she tried to suppress her arousal she felt a distinct wet patch forming on the nylon between her thighs.



Up until now the many groping hands had concentrated on her breasts and buttocks but increasingly she felt a persistent hand trying to force between her upper thighs from behind.



She was doing her best to keep her thighs clamped together but as the men turned their attention to her lower body Andy said, “move your feet apart Vanessa.”



She realised that it was Andy trying to push his hand between her thighs and ignored his request until she felt his breath close to her ear as he said, “move your feet apart or we’ll drag you to the room upstairs, tie you up and force your feet apart. The stark image of the woman that Jason had helped to gang rape entered her head. She hated the idea of these men touching her intimately but the thought of being tied and completely helpless filled her with added dread.



She could feel his fingers relentlessly pushing between the lower part of her buttocks and with a sigh of resignation she slowly relaxed her thighs, moved her feet apart a little and then gasped as Andy swiftly thrust his hand between her thighs and gripped her fleshy nylon covered pussy tightly in his hand.



She felt completely trapped as Andy said, “Jason told us that you not only have a fantasy of non consensual sex but that you like the feel of a stiff cock thrusting between the gusset of your pantyhose and your pussy lips. Well, today’s your lucky day Vanessa because a few of us are willing to try that before the rest of us fuck you.”



As soon as Andy finished speaking Vanessa squirmed around as she first felt Andy remove his hand from between her thighs and then the back of her pantyhose being rolled down to expose her buttocks.



She saw the men, especially the ones in front of her all trying to lean back and catch a glimpse of her naked backside.



She knew it was pointless to struggle but still tried to object when Andy said, “You’ve got a lovely arse Vanessa, let’s show the guys how lovely it is by you bending forward.



“No, please no,” she objected but realised she had no choice as strong hands held her waist and pushed her head down, bending her over to display her buttocks more fully.



She cringed as Andy said, “Vanessa, let’s see what delights you are hiding before we satisfy this unusual Sumata fetish of yours.



She felt her feet being kicked further apart and then unknown hands gripping her exposed buttocks.



“Please, please don’t degrade me like that,” she pleaded as she felt her buttocks being pulled apart and then a finger tip brushed over her anus as if to emphasise that they could all now see her tiny puckered hole.



She knew that her pleading was in vain as she heard some of the men say, “show us her pussy Andy.”



She felt her pantyhose being rolled down a little further and her buttocks pulled further apart. She could feel the sudden coolness of the room on her moist lips as the men all started commenting crudely.



She gasped as she felt the tips of Andy’s fingers brush over her wetness. Then, mouthing a low groan of shame she felt him pulling her inner lips apart, opening her crudely for all the men to leer at.



To add to her shame and embarrassment Andy then eased a finger into her wetness and announced to the others, “her cunt is almost dripping. Let her stand up and we’ll try this Sumata thing”



The men holding her head down released their grip and allowed her to stand. Andy’s hand was still between her thighs, pressed in between her wet lips and the reinforced gusset of her pantyhose.



He moved a finger around in the wetness as he said, “So, Vanessa, Jason says you like the feeling of a big penis thrusting between your thighs and trapped by the nylon of your pantyhose? Or should I say that up until now you liked the feeling of Jason’s stiff penis rubbing against your wet pussy lips?



She felt his finger slip out and then he removed his hand as he asked the others, “Guys, are there any volunteers to try out this Sumata thing on Vanessa?”



Vanessa watched as three of the men in front of her began unzipping their trousers as one after another each of them said, “Yes, I’ll try it.

Her natural instinct was to struggle again even though she knew it was pointless. Others held her tight as she wriggled around. She did not want to look but her curiosity got the better of her as one by one the three men pulled out their erections and stroked them to full stiffness in front of her.



She was still struggling as the first one moved round behind her. The waist band of her pantyhose was still down under her buttocks at the rear as she felt the head of the first man’s penis press between the very tops of her thighs. She felt him push forward, the gusset of her pantyhose helping to press it against her wetness and causing it to slide sensuously through moist furrow of her wet and pouting labia.



Although still struggling a little, Vanessa instinctively leaned forward a little causing the head of the man’s penis to momentarily brush against her clit. This caused her to let out an involuntary sob as she began to surrender to her sexual feelings and start to almost imperceptibly move her hips in harmony with the man as he started thrusting inside her pantyhose.



Her sobs and sighs were becoming more frequent as she fought to suppress her rapidly rising arousal. The man was now gripping her waist as his thick erect penis ploughed the wet furrow between her pussy and the pantyhose.



She sensed that he would soon finish and perhaps save her from the indignity of having an orgasm in front of all these men. His breathing was becoming louder and his thrusting more urgent when suddenly he let out a long deep moan and Vanessa felt his hot semen flood the front of her pantyhose.



He quickly withdrew and before she could catch her breath a fresh stiff fat penis slid into the hot wet gap at the top of her thighs. As the new man started to thrust he reached around Vanessa’s waist and gripped the top of pantyhose that was against her belly. He pulled it upwards causing the nylon gusset to press his erection more tightly against her wetness and at the end of each thrust causing the head of his penis to nudge against her clit.



Vanessa closed her eyes, blocking out her view of the leering men, knowing that she could not resist any longer. Her breasts tingled all over and she could feel her orgasm building rapidly. As her hips moved in harmony with the second man she started to lose control. She felt him pull the front of the waistband up until she thought the nylon might tear. She could feel the whole length of his penis pressed against her parted lips as his hot semen suddenly flooded over her clit.



It was at that very moment that she lost it completely. Her legs trembled as her screams of pleasure echoed around the bar.



She was still panting and sighing as she felt the man withdraw and his cock swiftly replaced by another.



As the third man pushed his erection into the wet mess between her gusset and pussy she opened her eyes. Vanessa had never felt anything like this before, filled with lust and now resigned to the fact that she would have to satisfy all of these men before her ordeal could finish. She found her eyes drawn to each of the men that she could see in front of her; all of them now unzipped and lewdly stroking their exposed erections waiting their turn with her.



Like the man before him this latest one gripped the front of the pantyhose waistband and pulled it upward causing the nylon to press the length of his erection between her pussy lips. It was pulled up so tightly that Vanessa could feel the bulbous head of his stiff penis as it parted her lips from the back toward the front with each of his inward thrusts.



Like before she could not resist matching his thrusts with pelvic movements of her own but this time the end result was different. She could sense and feel his rising lustful passion as he fucked the wet gap at the top of her thighs but as he continued to thrust he placed a hand on the back of her neck and pushed to make her lean forward. She tried to resist but he was relentless. She could feel his fingers pressing her neck forward causing her to bend at the waist. The more she bent forward the more the head of his stiff cock pressed into her wetness. As she felt his thrusts becoming urgent he made one last push on the back of her neck. She was forced to bend further forward, past the critical point where instead of gliding through the wet cushion of her pussy he entered her.



Now that she was bent over the front of her pussy and the gusset of the pantyhose acted like a guide, deflecting the forward thrusting penis upwards, in one continuous inward thrust, all the way up inside her wet vagina.



His hands quickly shifted to grip her hips tightly as he made a few more powerful thrusts, grunted loudly and then emptied his semen inside her.



He remained motionless for a moment as his last drops of semen oozed into her and then he withdrew.



As he withdrew Vanessa stood back upright and almost immediately felt her pantyhose being pulled back up to cover her buttocks. The whole of the crotch area was wet and she could feel the last man’s semen already oozing out of her to add to the mess from the others.



A few of the men had gathered closer to her and for a moment she froze and panicked as she saw one of them with a small knife.



Seeing the look of panic on her face, Andy grinned and reassured her saying, “its OK Vanessa, we thought you might like our own variation of pantyhose sex.



She looked puzzled and flinched as the man with the knife moved even closer. Her whole body tensed as he gripped a small section of the pantyhose on her thigh about eight inches or so down from the gusset at the front and cut a short slot in the nylon. He repeated this at the back and then did the same on the other leg.



Her puzzlement was solved as four men moved close to her. Surrounding her they used their fingers to open the slits in her pantyhose and ease their erections under the nylon. Their four faces were close to hers as she felt their cocks pushing up between the nylon of her pantyhose and the soft flesh of her upper thighs.



She felt hands squeezing and groping her breasts as all four men started to thrust against her thighs. With each upward thrust the heads of their penises were only an inch or so from her cum soaked pussy. She tried to ignore her own feelings but could not deny how erotic it felt to have the four of them ‘fucking’ her thighs. Four men who she knew would soon be adding to the mess inside her pantyhose.



She could feel their hot breath on her face and neck as all four of them thrust against her. As well as groping her breasts one of their hands was pressing the wet nylon gusset of her pantyhose pushing his fingers up into the wet recesses of her labia. She could not resist moving against the groping fingers, subtly moving her hips until the fingers were hitting the spot perfectly.



She closed her eyes unable and unwilling to control the orgasm that she knew was about to erupt through her body. She felt the urgency of all four men and, as the first one started to ejaculate inside her pantyhose, her mouth fell open, her body trembled and once more her screams filled the room. By the time her orgasm had subsided all four men had ejaculated. The tops of her pantyhose were now swimming with semen.



The men, having spent their energy, quickly pulled away leaving her standing there with small dribbles of spunk trickling out of the four slits in her pantyhose.



Any fight that had been in her was now gone. She just stood in the middle of the group of men wondering what else they had in mind for her.



She noticed that there were still many erections waiting their turn with her. She also noticed that Andy had disappeared somewhere but was now returning. He was grinning and carrying a small bag.



Ever since that night when Jason had handed back the completed form Andy had been excited and fixated on one particular answer; the fact that Vanessa had never had anal sex. Tonight he intended to change that and to be the first violate her smallest orifice.



As he stopped in front of her, Vanessa felt nervous again as he asked, “have you ever had anal sex Vanessa.” The shock and bluntness of his question made her momentarily speechless as he continued, “you know, has Jason ever fucked your arse?”



Although Jason had sometimes teased her anus with the tip of a finger during their lovemaking the thought of having her anus penetrated with a penis had always been a strict no-no.



She looked at Andy’s mischievous grin and the group of men surrounding her and panicked as deep down she knew that today would be her first time.



She felt her buttocks clenching at the thought of it as she looked at Andy and, with a pleading note to her voice said, “No, nobody has ever done that. Please don’t make me do it.”



“We’ll decide later,” said Andy, placing the bag on a nearby table, “but in the mean time we’ll see what your delightful little puckered rosebud might be capable of.”



She watched his face as he reached into the bag. His expression looked full of lust as he pulled out what looked like a short string of over sized pearls. At least, that was the only way that Vanessa could relate to the object that Andy was holding for her to see.



There were five shiny black beads. The first was perhaps half an inch or so in diameter. The beads were joined together in a continuous string separated by a gap of an inch or so and increasing in size with a large ring at the very end next to the largest bead which was around one and a half inches in diameter.



Vanessa felt her self trembling as Andy then pulled out a tube of KY and started to coat the beads liberally with the lubricating gel.



He then passed the dripping shiny beads to one of the others as he screwed on a long applicator nozzle to the tube of KY and said, “Now bend over the stool Vanessa.”



She knew she had little choice but still pleaded with Andy saying, “no, please, not my bottom”. A few of the men gripped her arms and moved her over to a nearby bar stool. Although till pleading for mercy they soon had her bent over the stool. The soft seat was pressing into her lower belly as they held her head down on one side and her feet on the other.



She was still struggling half heartedly, knowing that it was in vain as she felt Andy push his fingers between her nylon clad buttocks. She could feel the wetness of the semen, now cold and sticky around her crotch and upper thighs as Andy gripped the dark reinforced crotch of her pantyhose and, using his finger nails to assist, tore a gaping hole.



Although her head was being held down she could see the movement of feet and knew that most of the men were now looking at her exposed buttocks, or more specifically her anus. As if to make the point she felt her buttocks being pulled apart and then a finger tip brushed over her delicate rose bud causing it to visibly tense.



Despite everything that had happened earlier she felt renewed humiliation as the long applicator nozzle was slowly pushed into her. She felt the coldness of the gel inside her as Andy squeezed the tube filling her rectum with the KY.



She felt the tube being slid back out and the coldness of the gel, as some of it oozed from her anus, acting as a stark reminder of just how crudely she was exposed to all of these men.



She felt her whole body tense involuntarily as Andy said, “Try to relax Vanessa and we’ll see how many beads you can take in your arse.”



She started to wriggle again as she felt the first of the beads being pushed into the tight ring of her anus. She was surprised at the ease with which it entered her and for a moment she relaxed a little. She felt pressure build as Andy started to ease the next bead into her. It felt uncomfortable as she tried to resist the invasion of her rectum by tensing her sphincter.



It went against all of her natural instincts but when Andy said, “try to relax Vanessa, it will help and anyway you don’t really have a choice,” she reluctantly forced her subconscious to try and go against all of its natural instincts and relax her sphincter.



She found it very difficult to focus her brain when being humiliated like this but gradually she managed to release the tension in her sphincter. She then felt the pressure start to build and then felt the sudden relief as the second bead passed the gripping ring of her sphincter allowing it to contract again. She had a clear image in her mind of the beads and although she felt a little surprised by how relatively easily she had accommodated the first two she felt very fearful of the last and largest.



The room was almost silent. All she could hear was the breathing and the occasional lewd comment from the men as Andy started to ease the third of the beads onto her rectum. Like before she felt the pressure increasing as the bead stretched her sphincter. It felt uncomfortable as she tried her best to allow this intrusion. She gasped aloud and then sighed with relief as, like the first two, the third bead was pushed past her novice sphincter which then closed back into the gap between the beads.



She felt Andy pulling on the ring, teasing her sphincter by partially pulling the third bead back out and then releasing again causing her to draw it back inside her.



The effect of this constant teasing of her sphincter was giving her sensations that were new to her. She was repeatedly tensing and then relaxing her pelvic floor by instinct as Andy pushed and pulled on the beads.



“Only two more to go now Vanessa,” he shouted gleefully as she felt the pressure suddenly rise again.



She could sense the excitement amongst the men, hearing them encouraging Andy with their crude remarks.



Things like, “go on Andy, her arsehole will soon be able to take the largest cock.”



And,



“Her arsehole will soon be as big as her pussy!”



She knew that there was no way Andy would stop this latest torment until the last of the beads was inside her. She tried to ignore the panic that was building inside as the pressure made her momentarily wince with pain. Like before, the discomfort suddenly eased as the penultimate bead was sucked inside by her sphincter as it passed the point of no return.



Also like before Andy teased her by pulling back on the ring. She felt the pressure as her sphincter instinctively tried to close as the bead threatened to exit her anus. These sensations were ones that up until now she had not associated with sex. As Andy slowly pulled the ring back Vanessa could feel her rectum opening. At the point where she felt as though her bowels were about to open she started to panic and then the feeling passed again as Andy released his grip and the bead slid back inside.



She cringed as she imagined the view the men had from behind her. Her pantyhose ripped and torn, dripping with spunk and her most private place on full view being stretched open with the invading beads.



“OK Vanessa,” said Andy, “Just the last bead to go but before that we need to move you a little so the guys can see a little more.”



A little more! She thought to her self, wondering how much more she could possibly reveal.



The men adjusted her position as she was bent over the stool. Her buttocks were now a little higher and her thighs further apart.



She felt Andy’s fingers probing the wetness between her thighs and then tensed as he ripped open the gusset of her pantyhose some more saying, “That’s better Vanessa, now the guys have a nice clear view of your pussy as well as your arsehole.



She felt fearful that the last and largest bead would simply not fit inside her. She listened as he said, “just relax Vanessa and it will be OK.”



Relaxing was the last thing on her mind but she knew that if by some miracle she could relax then she just might be able to take the last bead.



The sensations the beads were causing were already confusing her. Although she would never admit it she was experiencing a strange feeling of pleasure after each of the beads was inserted. To add to this mixture of confusing sensations she suddenly gasped as Andy ran the tips of his fingers between her engorged spunk covered pussy lips. One of his fingers brushed over her clit as he used his other hand to push the last bead against her resisting sphincter.



He continued to both tease her clit and apply increasing pressure on the bead.



Vanessa could feel her sphincter resisting painfully but he seemed to sense the pain each time and back off a little. Much to her surprise she realised that she was slowly getting used to it. The men started to encourage her, “come on Vanessa, you can do it!”



She tried her best to relax her muscle as Andy increased the inward pressure. She then gasped, more with surprise than pain as she felt her anus open right up and the last of the beads slid inside her.



The men all cheered loudly and then Andy said, “Before we continue with your anal lesson I think its time for you to satisfy a few more of my friends. Get off the stool and kneel down Vanessa.” She only hesitated for a moment before doing as he asked. As her knees took her weight on the floor she knew immediately what was expected of her as one of the men moved in front of her holding his erection in his hand. He rubbed the exposed head of his erection across her lips and said very bluntly, “suck it.”



She nervously glanced from side to side trying to count how many more men were waiting for the same treatment. She counted to ten and then stopped counting. Turning back to the man in front of her she looked up into his eyes as he stared down at her. She could see the pure lust burning in his eyes as she slowly opened her mouth. Unlike her experiences of oral sex with Jason there was no tender licking or teasing. She tentatively tried to tease the head of this stranger’s cock with her tongue but he was already past teasing. As her lips parted he just pushed the whole length into her mouth.



Vanessa panicked as she started to choke but knew she must quickly adapt as he gripped her head with his hands and started to fuck her mouth. She could sense his urgency and she felt grateful in the sure knowledge that he would not last much longer.



His hands moved to the back of her head as he forced the swollen head into her throat. She felt her self gagging and for a moment, unable to breathe. Just when she thought she would pass out she tasted the hot salty fluid flooding down her throat and then relief as he slid almost all the way out of her mouth.



Vanessa was gasping for air and swallowing spunk at the same time. The man held the head of his cock just inside her mouth so that her lips were around the ridge.



“Make sure you lick off all of the drips,” he grunted as the last of his spunk trickled out into her mouth.



Having recovered sufficiently she did as he asked, licking and swallowing the drips until they stopped.



Any relief was short lived because as soon as he pulled away another man quickly took his place.



She knew that the sooner she could satisfy the men the sooner her ordeal would be over. Looking as though she was eager for the next load, she parted her lips invitingly and then tasted what was becoming a familiar slightly salty and stale taste of aroused penis.



Like before the man held her head, using her mouth for his selfish pleasure. He did not choke her like the previous man but as she sensed his imminent ejaculation she was not expecting the large amount of hot salty spunk that suddenly flooded her mouth. She tried desperately to swallow it but most of it spilled out and trickled down her chin.



For a while she lost all sense of time as, one after another, the men used her mouth. To her initial relief the third man set a trend by not ejaculating into her mouth or throat and instead pulled out at the last minute, spraying her face. The relief of not choking or having to swallow soon disappeared as one after another they took great delight in ejaculating where ever they pleased. By the time they had finished her head was covered with spunk. It was in her hair, all over her face and dripping down onto her shoulders and her dishevelled bra and blouse.

It was mid-December now, and I was back at the Manhattan Gentlemen’s club. I was hanging out at the bar with Angie, the bartender, and a new girl, Vicky, who was running coat check that night.



“This is one of our regulars, Peter,” said Angie. “He’s a very nice guy. You’ll like him.”



“Please to meet you,” I said, rising to shake her hand.



Vicky was short and olive-skinned, and very buxom. I would guess she was Italian.



“Peter is also a pervert,” Angie said, “and he likes to have nude photos taken of himself.”



I blushed, and Vicky did too. Angie reached into a cabinet to remove a manila envelope.



“Wanna see one?” Angie asked.



Vicky looked at me, quickly ran her eyes up and down my body, and said “sure.”



Angie slid the envelope across the bar to Vicky. She opened, and pulled the photo out.



“Holy crap!” she said. “This is right when you’re cumming?”



“Yeah,” said Angie. “Hot, isn’t it?”



Vicky nodded her head slowly, and put the photo away.



“Wow,” she said. “I’ve never worked at a place that kept nude pictures of the customers behind the bar.”



“Not all the customers,” said Angie. “Just Peter — he’s special.”



Vicky came over to give me a hug, pushing her breasts into me. As she turned away, she let her left hand glide down my chest to my crotch, where she gave my cock a squeeze. I was soft, but it felt good.



“Thank you for the photo, Peter,” she said, walking away.



“And don’t tell Tony,” said Angie. “That’s just for the girls.”



Angie put the photo away and brought me a scotch and soda.



“So do you show that photo to all the new girls?” I asked.



“Yeah, pretty much,” she answered. “If you’re a girl and you work here, then they’ve seen that photo of you. Nude. Hard. Cumming all over yourself.”
 She ran her fingers up my arm to face, and placed her index finger on my lips. I kissed it gently.



“You’re a bad girl, Angie.”



“And you’re a very bad boy,” she said, smiling.



She made a drink for the waitress at the service bar, and came back.



“So what are you doing next Monday night?” she asked.



“I’m supposed to meet someone for a drink,” I said.



“Bring ‘em here!” she said. “The owners are taking the managers in the bouncers out for a steak dinner. They invited the girls too, but we told them we’d prefer to stay here and have our own party. So technically we’re closed, but will be open for friends.”



“I’m not so sure she’d like to go to a strip club, but thanks for the invitation,” I said.



Actually, she probably would. I was meeting up with Vivienne, the photographer who had taken the photo of me that was behind the bar. But I needed a gracious way to decline the invitation.



“Alright,” she said. “Maybe stop by later after your drink.”



“That might work.”



I met up with Vivienne at the Avenue B Social Club, a new-ish bar in the neighborhood. They had live jazz most nights, and there was never any cover. (Oddly, it used to be an S/M club, and there were stories of unusual items popping up from time to time in the basement.) I saw Vivienne sitting at a table with two other women, and I joined them.



“Hi,” I said, “who are your friends?”



“This is Trish, and this is Jen,” said Vivienne. “These are some of my ‘girlfriends.’”



My stomach dropped. Vivienne had told me that she would be showing the photos from our shoot to her girlfriends, and by the smiles on Jen and Trish’s faces, I knew she had done just that.



“They wanted to meet the model,” Vivienne continued, “and I was worried you would not agree to meet them. Apologies for the subterfuge.”



I shook their hands and sat down.



“No worries,” I said, “just a little shocked.”



“He’s cute when he blushes,” said Jen.



“That’s sweet,” said Trish.



“So what went threw your mind when you called Vivienne?” asked Jen, leaning in.



She was an attractive brunette, around 40 and lanky.



“Well, I was nervous,” I said.



“Nervous because you were going to be nude?” she asked.



“That, and also because I didn’t know what the boundaries were.”



“And when I asked if you wanted hardcore shots?” asked Vivienne.



“That helped,” I said, “but I still didn’t know how ‘hardcore’ hardcore was going to be.”



“So when you saw that you was going to be pretty hardcore,” said Trish, “how did you feel?”



“You must have felt pretty good, right?” asked Jen. “I mean, you were very hard.”



“And he was making a lot of pre-cum,” added Vivienne.



“Hi. Care for a drink?
 I had not seen the waitress approach the table. I had no idea what she’d heard.



“Scotch and soda, please,” I said.



“We’re fine,” said Vivienne.



The waitress walked away.



“So when you getting hard, I mean really hard …” continued Jen.



“I felt great,” I said. “It was a huge turn-on. I mean, there was this woman — a stranger — standing in front of me, watching me. And she knew I was getting incredibly turned on. And she liked it.” “I did like it,” added Vivienne.



“I felt like some kind of sexual performer,” I said, “where my sex and my sexuality were being enjoyed by someone else.”



“I think that’s right,” said Jen. “I mean, I enjoyed them. I’ve masturbated many times to those photos.”



“Me, too,” said Trish.



“Maybe once,” said Vivienne, with a smile.



The girls laughed, and the waitress showed up with my drink.



“I mean, it’s just porn,” said Jen. “And you’re our private little porn star. If I’m feeling stressed, I break out my vibrator and start looking at your photos. And then I cum, and I feel better.”



“How does that make you feel?” asked Trish.



“It makes me feel great,” I said. “In fact, I’m hard right now.”



Jen put her hand in my crotch, feeling my cock.



“Yup, he sure is,” she said.



A fourth woman joined us at the table, awkwardly carrying a duffel bag.



“Peter, this is Nicole,” Trish said.



I stood to shake her hand.



“Wow,” I said, “what’s in the bag?”



“I’m a pro domme,” she said.



She deposited the bag on the table and unzipped it. Inside were floggers, paddles, dildos, harness, even a couple of short canes.



“And these are the tools of my trade,” she said zipping the bag back up. “So you’re the model, huh? Almost didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.”



“Nice to meet you as well,” I said.



My cell phone rang, and I stepped away to answer it. I didn’t recognize the number.
 “Hello,” I said.



Wherever the caller was, it was loud. It sounded like a night club, with music blaring in the background.



“Peter?”



It was Angie. She sounded buzzed.



“Where are you?



“I told you. I was having drinks with a friend tonight.”



“Then bring her. Come on. We got a real nice party going on here.”



“Actually, we were joined by some of her girlfriends. There are now five of us.”



“BRING THEM, Peter. Come on,” Angie pleaded.



She may have been more than buzzed.



“Just stop and get plastic cups,” she said. “I made a whole mess of sangria. Just bring your friends and come on over. PLEASE. Just do it.”



“I’ll talk to the group, and let you know.”



“BYE!”



I sat back down at the table.



“I don’t know if you would be interested, but you’re invited to a party at a local bar. Kind of a Christmas staff party.”



“That could be fun,” said Nicole. “I haven’t ordered anything yet.”



“There is a catch,” I said. “It’s at a strip club.”



“That could be fun,” said Jen. “Let’s go.”



“I’ve never been to a Christmas party at a strip club,” said Trish. “I’m game.”



“Then I’ll let them know we’re coming,” I said.



I looked around for the waitress. Nicole leaned over to whisper in my ear.



“Heh heh, heh heh,” she said in a Beavis & Butthead voice. “You said coming.”



And then she squeezed my cock.



“Shit. You’re hard already,” Nicole said. “This should be fun.”



We walked out of the Social Club and down Avenue B to Houston Street. The Manhattan Gentlemen’s Club was just one long block down, at Avenue A. The air was brisk but not cold, which gave my erection a chance to subside. We popped into a deli to get plastic cups, and then crossed the intersection to the club.



I called Angie back so she’d have someone open the door for us. It was Vicky.



“Come on in, guys,” she said. “Help yourself to the coat check.”



We hung up our coats, and made our way to the bar. Veronica was up on the stage, dancing away with a drink in her hand. She was topless, with her dress bunched down around her hips. Alex and Kim were sitting in club chairs, by the stage. I recognized most of the other dancers, but there were a lot of other women here, too. In fact, all I saw was women — I was the only guy here.



Angie was in front of the bar, and on top it was was an cooler full of ice and several pitchers of sangria.



“You made it!” yelled Angie. “Come on over, and help yourselves. I’m not working tonight.”



I introduced Vivienne and her friends to the girls, and got myself a drink.



“And what do you do for a living, Vivienne?” asked Angie.



“I’m a photographer,” she replied.



“Nice — hold on. Are you THE photographer?” asked Angie. “The one that shot Peter in the nude.”



“So Peter has told you about that?”



“Told us?” said Angie. “We’ve seen them! They’re hot! In fact ….”



Angie hopped around the bar and reached into a cabinet. She ran back, holding a manila envelope.



“We have one!”



Angie pulled out the photo, the one of me cumming.



She ran over to Jen, Trish and Nicole.



“Guys, I’ve got something to show you,” she said, holding up the picture.



“Nice,” said Jen, “but we’ve seen it. Vivienne showed us all the photos from the shoot.”



“So wait,” said Vivienne “who else has seen this photo?”



“All of us!” said Angie. “Well, all of the girls who work here.”



“Even me,” said Vicky, “and I only started last week.”



“So let me get this straight,” said Nicole. “Most of the people in this bar has this photo of Peter. Cumming.”



“That’s right,” said Angie.



“Peter, you little slut,” said Nicole.



What could I say? It was true!



Veronica had taken off her dress and g-string, and was dancing in the nude. That was something to distract me. But Kim felt left out, and decided it was her turn in the spotlight. Veronica put her g-string back on, and sat down in a club chair. Kim lost no time and ripped off her dress and g-string. She walked around the stage lustily, grabbing at her tits and fingering her clit. Then she sat down in the center of the stage, and started masturbating.



“Wow,” said Jen, “some party.”



I went over to get another drink. By the time I got back, Kim was nearing her orgasm. Her legs extended, her back arched, she shuddered and collapsed on the stage. The whole club applauded, especially the bunch of punk girls who were seated right by the stage.



“Those are Vicky’s friends. They’re in a band together,” said Angie. “And they’re lesbians, so I’m pretty sure they’re enjoying the show.”



“Me next,” said Alex, walking on stage. She extended a hand to Kim, who used it to rise to her feet. She grabbed her dress and g-string, and walked off the stage, still nude. She walked over to bar and got herself some sangria.



“Is she going to walk around like that all night?” asked Vivienne.



“Knowing Kim, I would say so.”



Alex was doing a traditional strip tease, and had peeled down to her g-string. She got down on her knees, and lightly ran her hands over her breasts and down to her pussy.



“Take it off,” yelled some girls.



“Get naked!” yelled Kim.



She was sitting on one of the barstools with her arm around Angie, acting completely natural. She had no issues hanging out with no clothes on.



“I did it!” yelled Veronica.



“I don’t know,” said Alex. “I’m nervous!”



“Just do it,” yelled Nicole, walking off.



Alex looked down at her g-string, and then up at the crowd. She took a breath, hooked her thumbs under her g-string, and slowly slid them down past her hips, revealing a hairless pussy. She pushed the g-string to the ground, and stepped out of them.



Emboldened, she stepped to one of the poles and grabbed it. She brought one of her legs out to the side, and held it up with her free hand. It was a standard stripper move, but Alex was nude. Her pussy lips parted, revealing a little glistening and a touch of pink. The crowd applauded.



Then she came down to the lip of the stage, and squatted down with her legs together. She then slowly spread her knees apart. Then she sat down with her legs still spread, and opened up her pussy with her hand. The crowd applauded, and yelled for more.



I was surprised Alex was doing this. She was very sexual, but she was also somewhat reserved, rarely engaging in naughty behavior. But she was liking this. She giggled and threw her head back. When she brought her head back, Nicole was standing in front of her, her bag at her feet.



In her hand was a vibrator.



“Hi, I’m Nicole,” she said. “And I though you might want this.”



Alex took the vibe, powered it up and put it on her clit. It must have been strong, as she looked up at the crowd in amazement. She reclined on one elbow, and molested her tits with her free hand. She slid the vibe up and down her clit, finding her own rhythm. Her hips started bucking, and she ground the vibe into her crotch. She fell onto her back and grabbed her hair. Her hips went up once, twice, three times, and she held them there, in mid-air. 
”I’m coming!” she yelled, before collapsing in a heap.



The crowd stood up and applauded.



Alex grabbed her dress and g-string and wobbled off the stage. She caught my eye, and walked over to me.



“I just realized something,” she said. “You’ve never seen me naked.”



“That’s right,” I said.



“Do you like?” she asked.



“Wow — do I?”



I reached out and gave her hug. I let my hands run down to her back to her ass, and gave it a playful squeeze. I moved my right hand across her hip and down to her pussy, but she stopped me.



“When am I ever going to have another chance, Alex?”



She looked me in the eye and said “OK. But quickly.”



I reached down to her pussy and inserted one finger. I moved it around, then drew it to my mouth.



“I really just wanted to taste you,” I said.



“Bad boy,” she said, playfully slapping my face.



She went over to sit by Kim and Angie, and I followed suit. Kim was trying to convince Angie to get on stage, but Angie wasn’t won over. 
”I don’t have a dress and a g-string like you guys. I’ve got black pants and a white shirt. I don’t even remember you what kind of underwear I have on!” she protested.



“You’ll do fine, Angie,” said Kim. “Give it a go. It’s just us girls. And Peter. And you’ve already seen Peter naked.”



“That’s true. More than naked, actually,” she said.



She chugged the last of her sangria, and stood up.



“I’ll do it.”



She climbed on stage and took a couple of steps to find the beat of the music. Then she undid the buttons on the cuffs of her shirt, and started working on the buttons on the front. When she got to the bottom, she tucked her chin and scanned the crowd. People were clapping and yelling encouragement.Then she ripped open her shirt and took it off, revealing her bra.



Then she sat down and took off her shoes and socks.



“I don’t know what I was thinking,” she said. “I should have taken these off before I got up here.”



With her stripping preparations now complete, she jumped back up. She started to walk along the front of the stage, undoing her belt buckle. She pulled it through the loops and tossed it aside. Then she popped the top button on her pants, and slowly slid them partly down her hips.



She turned around to give us a good look at her ass. She took a quick look over her shoulder at the crowd, then slid her pants down past her ass, pushing her ass out towards us in the process.



“I think Angie’s looking for a new job!” yelled Veronica.



Angie blushed and shook her head. She took a couple more dance steps, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She was facing us now, with one arm covering her breasts. With her free hand, she slid the bra down her arms. She tossed it aside and stood before us with her hand on her breasts.



“Go for it, Angie!” said Alex.



Angie nodded yes, and then threw her arms in the air in a victory pose. Revealed to us now were two near-perfect B-cup breasts, with small, hard nipples. They looked great.



“Now the panties!” said Kim.



Angie nodded again and turned around. She slid her panties down, and kicked them in a corner. When she turned around, she had her arms down over her breasts, and her hands covering her pussy.



There was a certain “moment of truth” quality in the room. This would be, most likely, the first time Angie had been nude in front of a room full of people. But she was smiling, and I think she liked the attention. She threw her arms up, and spread her legs to boot. She held this position for several seconds, giving everyone a good look.



Nicole reappeared with another vibrator, but Angie wouldn’t take it. She grabbed her clothes and scampered off stage to a round of applause.



“Not getting off for us tonight?” asked Kim. “That’s too bad. But you were good!”



“Thanks,” she said. “It was fun. Kind of rush, really.”



I handed her some sangria.



“Enjoy the show, Peter?” she asked.



“I always thought you had a good body,” I said. “Now I know for sure.”



“Good,” she said, taking a drink. “And I think you’re next.”



Angie — still naked — turned to the crowd and said “who wants to see Peter strip?”



The crowd applauded, and I looked at Angie.



“Most of the people here have seen you naked,” she said, “and I think the others would like to have the chance. So get up there and give us a show.”



What she said was true and, more to the point, I was thrilled at the opportunity to strip in front of a club full of girls. I took off my socks and shoes (thanks, Angie) and hopped on stage.



I realized, though, that while I wanted to get nude, I didn’t actually know how to strip. So I decided to mimic Angie, and started unbuttoning my shirt. I removed it, twirled it above my head, and sent it flying off into the audience. I pulled the bottom of my t-shirt up over my head, and sent that flying, too.



That left the pants. I unbuckled my belt, slid it through the loops and tossed it over the front of the stage. Then, just like Angie, I turned around and slid my pants down over my boxers. I kicked my pants off the stage, and turned around.



Now I was just in my boxers, but I was pretty hard by now. So my cock was pushing hard against the fabric. I walked to the lip of the stage and hooked my thumbs in my boxers. The crowd was whooping and hollering.



I slid my boxers down to the top of my pubes and stopped. Then I pulled them down to the base of my cock, revealing my pubes. Then — very slowly — I slid them down the shaft of my cock until my cock sprung upright and out of my boxers.



The crowd was yelling and clapping, and I threw my boxers into the crowd.



There I stood, on the stage of the Manhattan Gentlemen’s Club, naked and hard.



I loved it. It felt good.



I felt great.



I hopped off the stage in front of where Veronica was sitting with some of her friends, clapping. I walked over to her slowly, my cock sticking out from my body. When I got close, she reached out to stroke it.



“Thank you for the show, baby,” she said.



One of her friends reached behind me to grab my ass. Then she slid her hand between my thighs and cupped my balls. I leaned down to kiss her on the lips. Then I kissed Veronica, too.



Her other friends wanted a feel, so I moved to the other side of the table. They moved their hands over my cock and balls, sometimes sliding up to my chest and face. I kissed them and walked to the next table, where the punk girls were sitting.



Lesbian or not, they all copped a feel.



“I still prefer the silicone ones,” said one of the them, “but there’s something to be said for the real ones, too.”



She was an Asian girl, and had on thick, black glasses. In fact, all of them did.

It was Saturday, and I was on the bus heading home from the grocery story, awkwardly straddling three grocery bags. I felt a buzzing in my pocket, so I reached in and pulled out my phone.



“Guess what I’m doing right now?”



It was a text from Angie.



I pecked away at the numeric keyboard — the iPhone was still a few years away.



“No idea.”



A moment later, my phone buzzed again.



“I’m nude, smoking a cigarette.”



Hmmm.



“Good for both you and the cigarette.”



My spinach was trying to escape, so I pushed it down more securely into the bag.



“Funny boy. Vivienne’s shooting me.”



This was interesting. Vivienne had shot me in the nude a while back (as detailed in “First Time with Female Photographer”). She’d also attended a Christmas party at the Manhattan Gentlemen’s Club, where Angie bartended (as detailed in “Christmas at the Strip Club”).



More buzzing.



“Stop by the club on the early side. Will give you details.”



More interesting.



“Sounds good. See you then.”



I put my groceries away and ran a couple more errands. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Angie’s photo shoot, and what the “details” would be. At 6:00 PM, I headed off to the club.



I said hello to Tony, the head bouncer, and Vicky, the coat check girl, before making my way to the bar. Angie was still setting up, but she was smiling like the cat that ate the canary.



She put down her bar rag and leaned in towards me conspiratorially.



“So,” she said, “guess who’s thinking about doing a shoot for a porn magazine.”



I looked at her incredulously.



She put her thumbs in the air, and pointed them at herself.



“This girl!”



This was news.



Angie was no prude — she worked in a strip club, after all. But — with one very notable exception during that Christmas party — she’d never stripped. She was worried about her parents finding out, which was fair, as they lived in New Jersey. And she had two brothers who lived in Manhattan and Brooklyn. I could see how stripping in front of your family could be embarrassing.



“I think that’s a great idea,” I said, “but what made you change your mind?”



“It’s Vivienne’s idea,” she said. “She does some work for a German porn magazine, and she thinks they’ll like me. So she took some test shots and is sending them off for their review.”



She made a scotch and soda, and placed it in front of me.



“The German mag is distributed all over Europe, but it’s not available in America. I think I’m safe. Nobody I know is planning to go to Europe, and four months from now, it won’t even matter. There’ll be a new issue up on the newsstands. What do you think?”



“Why not?” I said. “I only hope I get to see the pics. What’s the pay?”



“Depends,” she said. “Probably a grand, more if you’re actually having sex.”



“So this is a hardcore mag?” I asked.



“Yeah — more Hustler than Playboy,” she said.



“And you’d be willing to be shot having sex?”



“I don’t know,” she said, stocking the refrigerator with beer. “I’m thinking about it.”



Nothing happened for the next several weeks. Then I got a call from Angie.



“Vivienne heard back from the Germans, and they want to use me.”



“Congratulations! That’s great news!”



“There may be a small problem,” she continued. “They want anal, which I normally don’t have a problem with. But I don’t like the idea of agreeing to do it with somebody I don’t know.”



“Well, if you’re not comfortable, don’t do it.”



“Vivienne had a different idea,” she said. “She suggested using you.”



“I’m sorry — what?” I stammered.



“How about it?” she said. “I know you want to fuck me, and we’re going to end up doing it sometime. Why not get paid?”



I was flushed, and didn’t know what to think.



“Um,” I said, trying to buy time. “What would it pay?”



“$1500 for me, $750 for you,” she said.



“That doesn’t seem fair.”



“Vivienne says that’s how the industry works,” she said. “You’re just a stunt cock. Look, we’re talking about you getting a chance to fuck me up the ass and being paid for it! Will you do it?”



She had a point.



“Sure,” I said, “to help you out.”



“Geez, what an ego!” she said with a laugh.



The shoot was scheduled for a Saturday morning a couple of weeks away. Vivienne said we had to get HIV/STD tests, as we would not be using condoms, and we needed the time to wait for the results. A week before she shoot, Vivienne sent me an email with my instructions.



The shoot was going to be at a BDSM dungeon called Pandora’s Box. I was not to have sex of any kind for 48 hours before the shoot. No alcohol or drugs for 48 hours. Trim nails and pubic hair. She recommended a light breakfast for the day of the shoot. She asked me to bring a suit — I was to play a school principal discipling Angie’s errant teacher — and a change of clothes. And to bring towels. Apparently, there are never enough towels.



I’d told Angie that I thought we should rehearse, but she said that we were models, not actors. Which was true. And then she said that she thought it would be hotter if our first time fucking was recorded on film. And I think she was correct about that, too.



So on Saturday morning, I threw a couple of towels into a gym bag, filled up a water bottle, grabbed my suit and headed off towards 26th Street. That gave me time to think about what I was about do. I was excited — more than excited — about the prospects of fucking Angie. And I loved the thought of our pictures being published in a porn mag. But I was also straight-out nervous about someone I knew buying a copy. I convinced myself to deal with that if and when it occurred.



I climbed down the steps to the dungeon and rang the buzzer.



A guy answered the door, holding an armful of light stands and extension cords



“Down the hallway, third door to the left,” he said.



I did not expect that. I knew there was going to be a makeup a girl and a couple of production assistants, but in my mind, they were all girls. Oh well, I thought. Too late now.



I walked down the hallway to the room. Angie was already there, having her makeup done by a cute little redhead. Angie had on a sexy schoolteacher outfit — tight black skirt, tight silk blouse, string of pearls. Paper toweling protected the collar of her blouse from the makeup.



Vivienne walked in.



“Good, you’re here,” she said. “That’s Martha, our makeup gal. And you’ve met Rob, one of our PAs. Kimberly is in the other room, setting up the lights.”



“So let me walk you through the shoot,” she continued. “We’ll be working in the next room, which is set up to resemble a classroom. Angie, you’re a teacher who’s been late with her reports or something — doesn’t really matter. Peter, you’re the principal and you’re about to reprimand her. But Angie seduces you instead.”



“This won’t be regular fucking,” Vivienne said. “At least not all of it. I’m going to need you to get into certain poses and positions. Between those poses, feel free to enjoy yourselves. Just no cumming, Peter. We’ll need a good pop shot at the end.”



“If you’re sore, if you need something to drink,” she continued, “just let me know. We can take breaks, but not too many of them. It’s hard to get the heat started up again after interruptions. And heat is what makes a good shoot. Any questions?”



We had none.



“Peter, your hands, please,” Vivienne asked.



I showed her my hands.



“Good, neat and clean,” she said. “You won’t believe how many men show up to shoots with dirty, raggedy nails.”



She headed off to the classroom.



“Do I change in here?” I asked.



“Sure,” said Martha “make yourself comfortable. Oh, and no underwear. It’s not realistic, but underwear doesn’t play well in porn.”



I hung up my suit bag and started to strip. Both Angie and Martha acted nonchalantly, but I caught them sneaking peaks at me through the makeup mirror. I put on my dress shirt and suit, and tied my tie.



“Your done,” said Martha, removing the paper toweling from around Angie’s neck. “Good luck. Have fun.”



And with that, I escorted Angie to the classroom.



It looked remarkably like a real classroom, with a blackboard, a teacher’s desk and rows of students’ desks. The only things to suggest otherwise were the floggers, paddles and canes hanging off the back wall, behind the lights.



Kimberly was walking to different points in the rooms, triggering the lights and looking at her light meter. Occasionally, she would ask Rob to move a stand or adjust a light. Vivienne was lounging on a student’s desk, a couple of cameras around her neck. Martha walked in, carrying a small bag of makeup and brushes, and took a seat in the back.



“OK, first shot,” said Vivienne. “Angie, you’re sitting at the teacher’s desk. Peter, you’re standing besides it, with your hands on the table.”



“Angie, look sad. Peter, look serious.”



Vivienne snapped off a couple of shots, walking slowly around the room.



“Next, Angie, grab his tie and give him a teasing look. Peter, look surprised.”



Snap, snap, snap.



“Angie, stand up and almost kiss Peter. Good. Now a very light kiss. Nice. Now a little tongue. Peter, look surprised. Now pleased. Great.”



“OK. Peter, loosen your tie a lot and sit on the edge of the desk. Angie push him down and stay there. Big sexy smile.”



Vivienne clicked away.



“Now, Angie take off his tie slowly, then hold it above your head. Nice. Now unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his pants. Look in his eyes. Sexy smile, please. Great, now pinch his nipples. And lean in for some big kisses. Excellent. Now both stand up.”



“A little more kissing, please. Sloppy, this time. Angie, grab his cock through his pants with your left hand. Nice. Really squeeze it.”



Click, click, click.



Then Vivienne stepped on a chair and climbed onto the desk. She was going to shoot from above my head for a POV perspective.



I looked at Angie.



“How’re you doing?” I asked.



“Good,” she said. “Better, when we get naked.”



“Soon enough, my little porn star,” said Vivienne. “On your knees. Undo his belt and unzip him, but don’t let his cock out.”



My cock was more than hard enough to keep my pants up.



“Now take his cock out, and smile at how big it is. Great. Now stick out your tongue and lick the tip. Hold it. Good. Eyes up at Peter.”



I looked down to see Angie’s tongue moving up and down over my pee-hole. She looked great.



“Now slowly go up and down on his cock.”



“Kimberly?”



Kimberly came over and put the light meter down by where Angie was sucking my cock.



“Still good,” she said.



Our eyes locked for a second, and I thought I saw pleasure in hers. There was a glint of recognition that she was watching a hot blonde suck a stranger’s cock, and she was less than a foot away. She turned to walk away.



Vivienne hopped down off the desk, and re-positioned herself in front of us. Angie, nicely, kept sucking my cock.



“Alright, Angie, slowly pull your head off his cock. Let’s see what the spit situation is like.”



Angie pulled away, and looked up at me with a big, wide smile.



“Great smile, but I’m looking for stringers. Can you gag yourself on his cock?”



Angie nodded and went back down on my cock. I could feel her throat begin to open up, and I moved my hips forward a bit to force my cock in. Angie’s blue eyes welled with tears, and she pulled off. A large string of heavy spit hung off my cock, down to her lips.



I heard a moan, and turned my head. It was Martha.



“Sorry,” said Martha. “But that’s hot.”



“You look great, Angie,” said Kimberly.



“Thanks, guys,” said Angie, looking around the room. “Hey, what about you, Rob?”



“You look fantastic,” said Rob. “I usually stay quiet during the shoots, so I don’t perv out the talent.”



She took a few breaths.



“I’m gagging on cock, in front of a bunch of people I just met today,” she said. “That’s not pervy enough for you?”



Angie was definitely getting into her new role as porn star.



“My bad,” said Rob. “Now get back down on his cock, you fucking whore.”



Angie laughed and said “that’s more like it.”



And down she went again. Her throat opened up, and I pushed my cock in. She could only handle it for a second before she convulsed, and spat my cock out. A huge rope of spit hung off my cock.



“One more time,” said Vivienne.



Angie slowly sucked her spit back into her mouth, and went down. Her throat opened up, and I was in. Her body shook, but she kept her mouth on cock. She was deep-throating me, with tears running down her face. She looked beautiful. And it felt wonderful.



She fell back off my cock and onto the floor, gasping for air.



“Let’s take a quick break so we can clean her up,” said Vivienne. “Peter, take the rest of your clothes off.”



Martha brought over some paper toweling, and Kimberly brought us some water. Rob began to adjust the lights.



“How’re you holding up?” I asked.



“I’m loving this,” said Angie. “I feel all dirty and nasty. My panties are soaked.”



“Well, you can pretty much sit back and relax,” said Vivienne. “Peter will be doing most of the work from now on.”



Martha had cleaned up most of the mascara smeared on Angie’s face, and reapplied some more. She still looked like she’d been fucking, but she didn’t look like she’d been hit by a truck.



“Ready?”



Angie nodded, and stood up. I grabbed her, and kissed her hard.



“No pre-cum on the skirt, people!” yelled Vivienne.



I pulled away, and Vivienne got us in position for the next series of shots. Angie would be on the desk, I was to remove her blouse and skirt, and then suck on her tits. Then the skirt would come off, revealing panties and a garter belt (as all teachers wear). Those would come off, too, revealing that Angie had shaved for the occasion. And then, and only then, would I get to eat her pussy.



Vivienne told us eating pussy in porn was different from eating pussy in real life, at least for close-up shots. In porn, it was all about getting the shot, and that meant getting my head off to the side and out of the way. It’s hard to do much work from that position, but it looks good. Angie moaned a little bit, but I could tell she wasn’t blown away.



Then Vivienne stepped back to get some medium-distance shots.



“OK, kids,” she said. “Have at it.”



Now we could have some fun.



I started licking around her pussy, sucking up as much of her pussy juice as I could. Then I teased her clit with her tongue. I felt Angie’s hands on my head. I flicked my tongue on her clit as fast as I could, and took it between my lips and squeezed.



“How’s that feel now?” asked Rob.



“Good,” gasped Angie. “Pervy.”



I slid two fingers in, and went in search of her g-spot.



“Oh, God. Oh, God,” said Angie.



I stroked her g-spot firmly. Not fast, but firmly. That did it.



I felt Angie grab my hair, and her thighs closed around my head. And then she relaxed.



I stood up to find a flushed and wide-eyed girl. Vivienne and her staff applauded. I leaned over and kissed Angie.



“Nice job,” said Vivienne. “Anyone need water?”



“I do!” said Angie.



Angie sat up, and I squeezed in beside her on the desk. I put my arm around her, and hugged her. She reached over and grabbed my cock. Kimberly handed us two cups of water.



“You guys are going great,” she said. “Terrific heat. Very sexy”



Rob came over to Angie.



“You’re beautiful when you’re cumming,” he said with a smile.



“Hey,” said Angie, “that’s nice — not pervy!”



Martha stopped by to touch up Angie’s makeup.



“I swear,” she said softly, “if you guys keep this up, I’m going to go home and masturbate about this.”



“Thanks,” said Angie, “Just hearing that makes me hot!”



I reached over and stuck a finger up her pussy. She was sopping.



“She’s not lying,” I said, popping my finger into my mouth.



“OK, porno people, let’s go!” said Vivienne.



For the next set of shots, Angie would be on her back on top of one of the students’ desks. She spread her legs as I approached her.



She looked up at me, smiled, and said “Peter — please fuck me.”



I smiled back.



“With pleasure, madame.”



As with the pussy eating, porn fucking is different. You’ve got to twist your body around, so the camera can see the cock going in and out of the pussy. It’s not awful, but it’s hard to build up any real friction. Once Vivienne got her shots, she had Angie get up and place her hands on he blackboard. These would be medium-range shots, so we could actually fuck for real.



“Just no cumming,” said Vivienne.



I put my cock in Angie’s pussy, and grabbed her tits. I started off slowly, but then Angie started pushing back on my cock with every stroke. I increased my pace, and moved my hands down to her hips to get a better grip.



Angie moaned, arched her back and slid down the chalkboard. Her back was now parallel to the floor, and she was holding on to the chalk rail for support.



“Oh. My. God,” she whimpered. “I’m cumming again ….”



I gave Angie a few more strokes, but then I had to stop or else I’d be cumming. I felt her knees go weak, and I grabbed her around the waist before she could fall. I picked her up and sat her down on the desk. She wiped the sweat from her brow with her hand.



“OK,” she said with a laugh, “that was a good one.”



Kimberly came by with more water. Martha touched up Angie’s makeup. She gave me more paper toweling to wipe away the sweat.



Rob came over to Angie.



“You’re a lovely girl, and you’ve got nice tits,” he said, “but your ass is a work of art. I’m really looking forward to seeing it get fucked. Pervy enough for you?”



“Yup,” she said, smiling, “definitely pervy.”



“Anal sex and pop shot, folks,” said Vivienne. “We’re almost done.”



Vivienne walked us though the next shots. Angie would be on her back on one of the student’s desk for close-ups. Then I’d flip her over for the medium-range. Finally, I needed to let Angie know when I was about to cum, so she could drop to her knees for the facial.



I picked Angie up and carried her over to the student’s desk. Gently, I laid her down on it, and leaned in for a kiss.



“Just take it slow at first,” she said, “and then you can do whatever you want to me.”



“You’re beautiful,” I said, kissing her, “and unbelievably sexy.”



I bent down and started licking her asshole. I knew I’d need to warm her up, and that it would take me a while. That was no problem at all — I loved eating ass, and I thought I was pretty good at it. To me, it’s all about the girl’s reaction.



Angie’s asshole was tight, but with a couple of minutes of playful licking, she began to open up. I heard her moan softly. I was now able to stick part of my tongue inside her ass as well. That led to more moaning, and her asshole opened up more.



That meant it was time for fingers. I took the lube and poured some out on my fingers. Then I began massaging it around and into her asshole. I started licking around her ass again, and slowly slipped my middle finger into her ass. I pumped away gently, letting her get used to the sensation. Another moan, and another finger. I looked over her ass to her face. She wore an expression of tortured delight, exactly what I was hoping for. A third finger, a grimace and then a smile. She was ready.



I stood up and positioned myself. Vivienne got ready for the close-ups.



“OK, I’m going to need shots of your cock just outside her asshole, and then slowly — SLOWLY — sliding in. I’m going to need lots of shots.”



“Gotcha,” I said. “Angie, can I ask you something?”



She looked back at me.



“What is it?”



“I’d like you to ask me to fuck you in the ass,” I said.



She smiled mischievously.



“Peter,” she said, “would you please fuck this dirty whore’s asshole? Please!”



That worked for me.



I started to slide the head of my cock into her ass. She moaned loudly, and I stopped. Half the head was in.



I heard footsteps, and looked around. Vivienne’s staff was coming in for a better look. Kimberly and Martha were crouched behind me to the right, and Robert was standing next to Vivienne.

THE CARETAKER



I knew by the look on his face, by the way he looked at me, that something had changed. I could tell that he had been with another woman; he had been unfaithful. It was time to let him know that that was unacceptable behavior.



“A weekend getaway,” I proposed. “It might be just what we need.” He seemed less than pleased. He had already left me in his mind. That might be true, but I was determined that he wouldn’t forget me as well.



I had rented a cabin for us, deep in the woods, away from the rest of the world; far enough away that no one would hear him scream. As we walked through the doorway of our retreat, I was pleased to see that all the arrangements that I had requested had been fulfilled. I smiled when I realized how well the caretaker would be compensated.



It seemed to be a harmless scene until one looked closer. Did he see the hooks embedded in the ceiling rafters? Did he realize the coiled whip hanging on the wall was not for decoration? I took all of this in as he brought in the luggage.



The first step, I thought to myself, was to make him relax. His favorite liquor was set out on the bar. I poured him one drink and then another. I sent him into the bathroom to clean up and to give myself time to prep for him. I pulled a length of rope from my bag. Grabbing a chair from the kitchen, I climbed up and rigged the rope through the hooks.



When he came out of the bathroom, fully dressed once more, he looked up and gave me a shrug. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the kink. It’s just that this was our same old kink. What used to excite him had now turned vanilla. I hoped to renew his interest.



“You brought me all the way up here for this?” he asked.



“Humor me.”



I walked behind him and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As it slid to the floor, my hands played across his chest. I could feel his heart beat quicken as I pinched his nipples. Perhaps I had not entirely lost my touch.



First I tied his wrists together and then tied the rope to the hooks. It raised his heels slightly off the floor. Our eyes met when my hands went to his waistband. Without breaking eye contact, I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly. I saw his cock twitch when it hit the open air. I went down to my knees and began to suck it. I popped the head in and out of my mouth softly. His moan told me I that I was headed in the right direction. With his balls in my hand, my mouth went further and further down the shaft until my nose bumped his stomach. Fighting my gag reflex, I stayed there. Of course, I stopped before allowing him to cum. There was still the matter of his infidelity to address. This was not going to be easy on him.



Getting off my knees, I walked over to the whip and took it off the wall. I could feel his eyes following me. A whip was definitely not vanilla for us and his eyes widened. This gave him his first clue that something big was in store for him.



“OK, enough of the games.”



“Games? Do you think I would go through all of this trouble for a game?” I paused. “I know.”



“You know? What do you think you know?” I could sense a bit of unease creeping into his voice.



I whispered to him, “I know about her.” Caught in his lies, he hung his head.



Before he could start spinning a defense, the whip came down across his back. I had been practicing and I knew by the way his body played, that my time had not been wasted. He groaned as he struggled to regain his tenuous footing. The look in his eyes, though, told me that I still had a long way to go before I had broken him.



The whip came down again…hard. A thin line of blood appeared across his back. He arched and swung from the hook. He had begun panting and he whispered my name. Until I had him pleading, I didn’t want to hear what he had to say.



“Shut up,” I commanded. “When I want you to talk, I’ll let you know.”



Obviously he hadn’t learned his lesson because he opened his mouth again. Again, the whip came down and broke his skin; over and over. He seemed to give up quickly but I knew he could take much more that I had given him. With a kick, I spun him around to face me. I brought the whip down across his chest. I switched my stance and branded an X across his body. The whip wrapped around him and bit into his back. I moved down and began working over his stomach; from the left and then from the right. The blood was beginning to flow. His moaning only got louder when I picked up the bottle of liquor and poured it over his fresh wounds.



I realized I was working up a sweat. As I pulled off my sweater, his eyes remained down. “Look at me,” I said. When his eyes met mine, I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. His eyes followed. I lifted his chin so that I could look him in the eye. “I hope you understand that this is the last time. I promise you, after tonight, you will never fuck another woman.”



I could tell he still had a bit of fight left in him by the way he was struggling against the restraints. He thought he still had a chance of talking his way out of this. As his mouth opened, I slapped it shut again. “Your mouth is such a bother to me,” I said as I peeled off my jeans and sweaty panties. Walking into the kitchen, I returned with a roll of duct tape. I ripped a piece off and pasted it across his mouth. There was a knock on the door and he jerked his head in that direction.



“Oh yes,” I said. “I know you’ve had worse. I realize that I’m not man enough for you. Luckily this place comes with a caretaker.” I opened the door and in walked my new friend. He was easily six feet tall, closer to six and a half. He had played football for many years and had retained his physique, wearing his 275 pounds well. He ducked his head when he stepped over the threshold.



“Am I too early?” he asked. “I couldn’t wait any longer,” and he rubbed the crotch of his pants.



It seemed to dawn on my pet that the caretaker would be taking over for me. He struggled, gauging the rope and hook, hoping he could get himself free.



“My poor, sweet idiot,” I laughed. “You’re always so cock sure of yourself, aren’t you?” He shook his head and mumbled through the tape. I patted his face to placate him. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your turn to talk.”



Turning to the caretaker, I said, “Go ahead. Make yourself comfortable.”



He began to strip, avidly looking at the naked man. He was grinning and licking his big lips. He was a brutal looking fellow. His arms, legs, and chest were strong and muscular but not the least of his body was the impressive size of his genitals. His balls hung low and were the size of small lemons surrounded by a thick patch of bristly, black hair. What got my attention the most was his long, thick, black monster cock jutting out at rigid attention.



I picked up the whip again. The bleeding of Pet’s chest had stopped so I first re-opened those wounds: first his chest and then his stomach. When he realized I was moving lower, he twisted his body away from me.



“Caretaker, can you help me?”



Now completely naked, he approached my pet. With a smile on his face, he grabbed Pet’s hips and slowly turned him to face me again. The whip met with virgin territory and cut his flesh just below his pubic hair line. While that certainly got his attention, there was no way out for him since Caretaker held him firmly. The whip cut lower-an inch above the base of his cock. One more flick of my wrist and his cock jumped. It began to bleed immediately.



I met Caretaker’s gaze and nodded my consent. He spun Pet around and dropped to his knees. He began to suck Pet’s cock-to lick the blood away before it fell to the floor. He started to get greedy and I had to push him away.



“Not yet,” I said.



He looked disappointed but by then we all knew who was in charge. He got up from the floor but retained his grip on Pet’s waist. Again and again the whip broke skin. Pet’s cock was bleeding more profusely now; blood pooling on the floor as he cried pitifully.



“Don’t worry, sissy. You get to keep your cock. Although by the end of the night, you may never want to use it again. How many times do we have to go through this?”



He looked at me questioningly.



“You have a problem staying faithful.” I drew my right hand back and slapped his face as hard as I could. It felt so good to punish him that I drew my back hand across his face as well. I took his jaw in my hand to make sure I had his undivided attention. “Now you get to talk.”



I ripped the tape from his mouth and ignored his moan.



“Repeat after me. For my disobedience, for my lack of control, I deserve to be punished.”



Tearfully and through stifled sobs he began, “For…for my disobedience,” and he paused. The whip sang through the air and a line of blood sprang from his cock again. He screamed.



“For my disobedience, for my lack of control, I deserve to be punished.”



“Say it again, bitch, louder!”



“For my disobedience, for my lack of control, I deserve to be punished.” The last was whispered and he hung his head, beaten.



I looked at Caretaker. “Take him down now. He’s yours.” The caretaker took a knife from the counter and cut the ropes that suspended Pet, who fell to the floor.



He gave an excited grin and moved forward.



“Wait,” I said as I dropped to my knees beside my pet. “Are you paying attention? Today you lose your manhood. I’m going to make sure that you are never interested in another woman again.”



“Caretaker, I want you to make sure that our pet here becomes skilled at properly pleasing his lovers.”



“Are you watching, Pet? I hope so because you will be tested very soon.”



With that, I leaned forward and took the caretaker’s massive cock into my mouth. I started licking the bulbous tip, slowly allowing a bit of the muscle into my mouth, wetting it and sucking it as I slowly moved forward. My eyes started to water and I backed off. Looking up at him, I said, “You may need to help me.”



He looked questioningly at me and I gestured for him to put his hands on the back of my head, nodding devilishly. He put his hands there and began to pull my mouth onto his huge cock, closing his eyes in pleasure. More of his cock was buried in my mouth as I began sucking again, moaning softly. My mouth was soft and wet and hot as Caretaker felt the tip of his cock enter my throat. He pulled back a bit as I looked up into his eyes and nodded. Understanding me, he pulled on me as he pushed forward once more, forcefully, beginning to bury more of his cock into my throat. Deeper and deeper he went. Every time he pulled, more of his cock was buried in my throat. With a cry he pushed the entire length of himself into me. He could feel me buck against it and felt me gag. He held his cock all the way down my throat. His eyes were closed in ecstasy as he came in my mouth. I pulled back and took a minute to catch my breath.



“Did you enjoy that?”



“Oh, yes,” he replied.



“Would you like more?” I asked him.



“Yes, ma’am.”



“Pet, were you watching?” He looked to the floor and slowly nodded his head.



“Good! Excellent! Caretaker, Pet, here, will show us what he has learned.” His eyes widened and a look of horror crossed his face as he fully understood what was asked of him. The caretaker licked his big lips.



“You had better have watched closely, Pet, because if you don’t do a VERY good job, it will not go well for you.” “Caretaker, you will settle for nothing less that complete satisfaction. Is that clear?”



“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a wicked grin on his broad face. He moved forward toward Pet with his large, black cock eagerly twitching and with strings of pre-cum dripping from the head, oozing in a thin stream toward the floor.



“Alright, my pet. Show us what you’ve learned.”



The caretaker placed the dark purple head of his cock against Pet’s lips. Pet turned his face to the side.



“Tsk, tsk, tsk. That will never do.” I picked up my whip and gave him several lashing blows across his shoulders and naked ass. Small beads of blood welled up on his buttocks. “Now,” I said, “let’s try this again.” With a small nod, I motioned Caretaker forward again. Once again, his cock was at Pet’s lips. Reluctantly he opened his mouth, his face filled with disgust. Slowly but ever so surely, Caretaker began to shove the length of his cock down Pet’s throat.



“Take it, bitch!” I yelled at him. “Take all of it. Show me how badly you want it.” I took the knife and sliced the bindings from his wrists. I pulled them around back to Caretaker’s ass. “Grab it, my little pet. Show me some enthusiasm. Pull him into you.”



Inch by inch Caretaker’s cock was disappearing into Pet’s unwilling mouth. He was turning him into a bona fide cock sucker. He gave me a questioning look and I nodded. He put his hands on the back of Pet’s head and began to force himself further. He was gaining on the virgin mouth and throat at the end of his cock. Pet was moaning and struggling, gagging as the cock pushed relentlessly deeper. I picked up the whip again and slashed his ass. Tears were streaming down his face and he was slobbering.



“Take it, bitch! You know you want it. Show me that you love it. Show momma that you can do this. You’re such a good cock sucker.”



The caretaker was getting into it now as he advanced and retreated, advanced and retreated, getting into Pet’s throat further with every thrust. He was being violated completely and as the cock invaded him, I continued to work his ass over with my whip. With an excited grunt, the caretaker buried his cock all the way down to his large, swollen balls and held it there; hands on the back of Pet’s head. He began grinding and fucking Pet’s throat like it was a pussy; all the way in and all the way out. Pet was slobbering and crying. He was being used like a slutty cock sucking whore! He was giving no resistance.



“Show me, Pet. Pull him into you. Grab that ass and pull him all the way in. Make me believe you want that cock.”



Caretaker was enjoying the throat fuck immensely. He shot me another questioning look.



“I shook my head. NO! Enough, Caretaker. We have other business to finish first.” The caretaker pulled his cock out the ravaged throat until the head rested on Pet’s lips.



“Kiss it,” I said. “Kiss it and tell him ‘thank you’”. Tears were pouring from Pet’s eyes, his nose was running as he kissed the black cock in front of his face. “Now repeat after me; for my disobedience, for my lack of control, I deserve to be punished.” He repeated my command, obviously a broken man.



“I’m glad you see the error of your ways.” With that, I grabbed his wrists and had the caretaker bind them behind his back again. I gestured toward the chair and Caretaker steered the pet over the back of it. I picked up my whip and told Caretaker to move up in front of him.



“Lube that cock up well, my pet, because we all know what comes next, don’t we?” As I began the ass whipping for one last time, Pet was again confronted with the caretaker’s cock. Each lash of the whip forced him forward further and forced his mouth onto Caretaker’s cock. “Suck it, make love to it. You’re going to want it very wet and sloppy,” I told my pet. Wiser, he now did was he was told to do.



“Caretaker,” I said lovingly, “take him and fuck him raw. Make him your bitch,” I crooned.



Walking around the back of the chair, Caretaker gazed at Pet’s wide open, bent over ass. Lining up with Pet’s asshole, he placed the head of his big, veiny, black cock at the winking little hole. Grabbing Pet’s ass cheeks in his large hands, he took a deep breath and pushed the head all the way into Pet’s asshole.



Pet threw his head back and screamed, “No! Oh God, take it out! Take it out!”



Caretaker grasped Pet’s ass cheeks firmly, took a deep breath, and plunged the entire length of his cock all the way into his ass; never stopping until his large balls were resting on the pet’s own balls.



“Oh, Jesus. Take it out. I’ll be good. You’ll never have any trouble out of me again. Just please,” he whimpered, “take it out.”



I laughed at his final attempt to get into my good graces. “Now you’ll see what I meant when I said that you would never fuck another woman. You’re going to be some man’s bitch from now on and you’re going to love it. You’re going to be everyone’s piece of ass quite literally, you piece of shit.”



With his eyes closed and his head thrown back, the caretaker gave himself over to the sheer pleasure of fucking Pet’s ass brutally. Grabbing handfuls of his ass, Caretaker took the final plunge and came inside my pet violently.



With a look of satisfaction on both of our faces, I told Caretaker, “He’s yours for the rest of the weekend. Make sure you and the guys get your fill of him but have him home by Sunday night. My plans for him aren’t finished.

A few weeks later, while Frankie was on the 2 day course, he decided to have a little fun with Tina. Heading into town, they went to the sex shop. Tina, as per his instructions, selected a dildo and a leash before they paid the young man at the till then went to the shop Tanya worked in. Tanya was working and beamed as he entered with Tina. Dominic in turn smiled at Tanya broadly and drank in her curvy figure; about 22, she was built for sex and had curves all over the place. Her dark hair was in a ponytail and she wore a cute skirt and blouse but wouldn’t look out of place in a lot less.



“Well hello Tanya. Listen, Frankie is away this weekend and well, we have no plans as such. Say, you know what? It’s a nice evening; we have top champagne at my place, I have a new hot tub fitted and while I’m here I think I’ll spend a bit of money which should look good for your commission. I wanted to ask though, what’s your plans for tonight? You should come out!” he offered.



“Um, gee that sounds cool. But I don’t have any swimwear” Tanya admitted.



“Well, you’re about a size 10?” he offered.



“Yeah, exactly!” Tanya said impressed.



“Well, I have a spare Gucci size 10 swimsuit. If it fits you tonight, keep it” he offered.



“Wow. Um, thanks. And yeah, no plans so” she tailed off.



“How about I pick you up after work at 5? What food do you like again?” he asked.



“Thai” she quickly replied.



“Well, Thai is shall be” he offered.



Going round the store, he chose a light linen suit and paid up, promising to pick Tanya up at 5.



They left and he smiled at Tina.



“Well, guess it won’t just be the two of us tonight” he said casually, knowing Tina would probably enjoy it as much as he would.



Heading home, they tidied the house up a bit but the cleaner had already done most of it and after asking him a few times, he relented and sat down while Tina knelt and took his cock out before it disappeared in her mouth. Tina was in her element, deep throating him and slobbering all over the cock she loved so much. Trying to make it last longer, she gave his balls and ass a long tongue bath before resuming her incessant sucking. Finally, he couldn’t hold back and gripped her hair as she shot his cum into her mouth. Tina shook with pleasure as the taste hit her tongue and she swallowed adoringly, while continuing to suck.



Later, they had the house looking swell and he ensured the water was heated for the jacuzzi, the lights set to dim mode in the conversatory which housed the jacuzzi. Then he left for town after instructing Tina on what to wear, what wine to serve and ensuring food would be ready on time. He arrived to pick up Tanya and watched her sexy body walk to the car, before hopping in. She smiled shyly at him and he kissed her hand, before starting the 7 series up and driving to his house. On the way he felt her hand clutch his crotch and grinned across at her. Nothing was said but Tanya it appeared was up for fun!



They went inside the house and Tina greeted Tanya with a curtsy. Tanya’s eyes opened at what Tina was wearing; just an apron, high heels, a tiny skirt and that was it. Tanya took the glass of Chablis offered to her.



“If that Gucci swimsuit fits you later keep it, but first, lets have a light bite to eat huh?” he suggested.



The Thai spread met with approval and the 3 of them tucked in but didn’t have too much. Afterwards, they continued drinking wine and a 2nd bottle was opened. Tina went off to clear up and he took the opportunity to get more intimate with Tanya. They rose from the sofa and he began to kiss her until his hands were under her skirt then swiftly he knelt. Tanya gasped as she felt him part her knickers and take a broad lick of her crotch; she was so turned on she didn’t actually register the new sensation until it had began and suddenly realised a second mouth was diligently between her asscheeks! Glancing around she saw Tina begin to rim her while Dominic worked her pussy and closed her eyes at the awesome sensation this was creating!



“Oh fuck, this is unbelievable” she managed to utter before gasping again.



It wasn’t long before she was shuddering to orgasm and as she stood somehow trying to recover, Dominic stood.



“My turn I think” Tanya said, pushing him to the sofa and kneeling in front of him.



Swiftly unbuttoning his jeans, she had his cock out before it vanished into her mouth. Tina meanwhile had followed Tanya to the sofa and now lay under the dark hair girl, licking gently over her tender pussy and continuing to work on her ass. Tanya couldn’t have been more turned on. She was sucking off this total hunk while the blonde slut ate her out and ran her hands delicately over Tanya’s body to caress it while she orally pleasured her. It really was something else. Taking him as deep as she could in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the bulbous head and tried everything she could to make him cum. However, in the end he pulled her head away.



“Get on all fours babe” he asked her and Tanya pulled away to do so.



Once in position, he knelt behind her and slipped inside her pussy. He built up a rhythm, gradual at first but increasing in pace. Soon he was pounding her pussy while she groaned and sighed continuously at the fucking she was receiving. Tina had crawled under them and was swapping between his ass and balls to Tanya’s clit. When he withdrew she butted back to impale herself on him again and shuddered at the incredible sensations going through her. They kept going until he suggested they change positions again. This time, Tanya faced out from the sofa, sitting on his lap while her pussy ground down onto his cock. Tina seemed unsure how to get involved then suddenly dropped right to the floor. As Tanya felt the huge cock filling her up, she felt the slut’s mouth caress her toes, sucking them gently too.



“She does anything doesn’t she?” Tanya gasped to him.



“Anything. And anything you want too babe” he assured her.



“Ugh, this is so good. I’m uh um not a lezzer but I dig the fact she will do anything to me too. I want you to cum inside me” she asked him, trying to bounce on his lap.



“Sure thing babe, fuck that’s it work your pussy like that. Aah, you’re making me cum inside you aah!” he groaned as his seed spilled inside her.



Tanya gasped as she felt him cum but gradually, he slowed and eventually, she stopped moving as he did too. Tina moved up to lick his balls before lapping at the slit his cock was still buried in.



“You want this?” Tanya asked, looking down at Tina.



“Yes Miss” Tina said quietly.



Dominic slipped out of Tanya and quick as a flash, Tina took him in her mouth, cleaning the vestiges of cum and moving quickly to tongue his balls and pubes until she was certain she hadn’t missed any. Dominic slipped out from under Tanya and rose.



“Glass of wine?” he asked her and she nodded.



He sloped off to the kitchen while Tina turned her attentions to Tanya’s pussy. She lapped at it, locating a glob of cum before sucking gently to try and coax the rest out. Tanya closed her eyes and just relaxed to the truly wonderful sensations of having a mouth that knew no limitations clean her pussy and lick it tenderly while she just chilled out. She opened them to accept the glass of wine Dominic offered then he moved off again to do something in the room next door, leaving Tanya to enjoy her clean up from Tina. The slut had by now managed to get all the cum and turned her attention to licking Tanya out.



A few weeks went by and Frankie was off on a business trip for a couple of days.



He woke up to feel her lips kissing the tip of his cock. Feigning sleep, he felt Tina’s mouth slide over it and her lips descended to take him into her mouth. Then she held him there, not moving, just licking occasionally and sucking gently. Eventually she moved up but slid down quickly again. After a few minutes he pulled back the duvet to watch her.



“So it’s just us until this evening. What should we do?” he asked Tina.



“Um, maybe you could let me do this Sir?” she almost pleaded.



“Mhhm, you’d love that wouldn’t you? Well, I’m sure I could manage to cum more than once today. Take your time” he said and Tina joyously returned her mouth to his big cock.



She was an expert at pleasuring him and after a while, her mouth dropped to delicately suck his balls, her tongue and lips caressing them fondly. Then she moved lower and her small hand moved up to start wanking him while her tongue sought his ass.



“Maybe I’ll surprise you later when you least expect it” he mused and Tina hoped he would.



Soon her mouth moved up again and when she reached his cock, her mouth went into overdrive. His cum rose and he groaned as it landed in ropey spurts against the roof of her mouth and her tongue. Tina moaned too from the pleasure she had in pleasuring him and continued sucking gently to get every drop from him. Then she kept sucking anyway, reluctant to stop her delicious task until he beckoned her up. Lifting her body higher, he surprised Tina by pinning her down and sliding into her pussy. This was rare and she clung to him full of gratitude, love and submissive joy. Driving into her, he worked his cock at an angle, helping to stimulate her clit too until Tina exploded in orgasm. Then he withdrew and moving up, grabbed her head. Her mouth engulfed him just in time as he spurted down her throat again. Afterwards, they lay relaxing.



“Okay my little cum slut, let’s get dressed and head out” he told her and they sloped off to get ready.



Later, they went for a country walk and they stopped at a particular headway to look at the views. Tina was lost in the moment until she felt a hand in her hair. Her ponytail was grabbed and she was yanked round and down a side path into a copse of trees. Pushed to the ground, her head was grabbed and without warning, he thrust his cock into her mouth until her felt her gag. Tina barely managed to snatch a breath before it was slammed down her throat again. His hands twisted in her hair to form pigtails and using them as handlebars he began to fuck her face evenly, deep long strokes, pulling her head back on forth on his cock. Tina did what she could to relax her mouth and let her master fuck her throat. She was wet from excitement and although it hurt a little, she was too turned on to care.



At last, he came and she gratefully swallowed all of it before he finally let her head go and withdrew from her mouth.



“Thank you so much” she said sincerely.



“Mhhm, you’re welcome. Now let’s get back before Frankie is home” he told her.



Frankie arrived back at 6 while he was out picking up food. Finding Tina on her own, Frankie beckoned her to the bathroom and locked the door.



“Lie down” Frankie told her.



Once Tina did so, she sat down and let the blonde begin eating her pussy. Then Tina noticed a strange taste and looked up.



“Hurry. Yes, I have fucked someone else and obviously you need to get rid of the evidence. Now hurry up slut” Frankie said, grinding down onto her.



Tina kept licking but this was new. She only wanted to please her master, not suck someone else’s cum, well not unless her master said so and he clearly didn’t know about this.



Later, he returned and they retired to the bedroom for sex, bringing Tina along to help. The next day he had to leave town but was due back the next day. Frankie was straight on the phone to someone and an hour later, a strange guy turned up. They began fucking and Frankie had Tina lick her while the guy fucked her at the same time. Frankie began to strike Tina on the buttocks with her belt and hurled abuse at her while Tina nervously hoped an orgasm would help her out.



“I’m going to beat you silly, you dumb slut. Now do it better” she yelled, while the guy thrust hard into her.



Frankie soon came and Tina continued licking her while the guy positioned himself behind Tina, ready to fuck her in the ass.



“Take it slut or you will pay later” Frankie warned her while Tina looked fearfully up at her.



Just then the door opened and he stood there. Unknown to Frankie his flight had been cancelled. He took in the scene before him then strode forwards. The guy backed up and tried to glare at him but he swung a hand out, knocking the guy down then dragged him by the hair to the front door. Throwing him to the gravel, he knelt astride him and peered down.



“If you’re not off my property in 5 minutes, you won’t be able to crawl away, let alone walk” and watched as the guy cowered from him.



Slamming the door he went back in and through to the bedroom. He swiftly managed to get Frankie’s clothes in a suitcase then opened another and threw in her toiletries and other items. Realising she actually used his stuff mostly and there wasn’t much more, he opened the front door and left them there. The guy was gone.



“Fucking someone else in my house eh? Your stuff is outside. You have 5 minutes to get yourself together and call a taxi. I suggest you do it before I throw you out” he said calmly.



“Please, I was just em, foolish” Frankie pleaded pathetically.



“Four and a half minutes” he said pointedly.



Frankie took 7 minutes before she stood outside and a taxi appeared not long afterwards. He closed the door and Tina handed him a cold beer as he sat down, before she knelt in front of him.



“Are you okay master?” she asked him.



“Yes slut. But you are mine and that angered me. That and the fact that Frankie was so devious. Never mind” he said.



Tina wanted to relax him and unbuttoning his jeans, she took him in her mouth, while he drank his beer. He dialled Tanya on his mobile and she answered quickly.



“Hey babe. Listen, Frankie is gone. I um, caught her with another guy and they abused Tina too so I’ve kicked her out. She won’t be around anymore” he told her.



“Oh, um, really? Well, maybe I could come over and comfort you sometime soon” Tanya said.



Her chest fluttered with excitement; he was on the market!



“Mhhmm, yeah. Well, how about the day after tomorrow? Friday? Yeah, let’s do that. Come by around 7, drop an overnight bag off and we’ll head to a bar” he suggested.



“Sounds good handsome. Well see you Friday” Tanya said excitedly.



He hung up, sighing as Tina’s mouth kept up it’s soothing work. Tina liked Tanya and was happy she was coming round. Settling down, she concentrated on giving him her best blow job while he thought about the events of the day.



“Guess it’s just you and me tonight and all day tomorrow” he said to her.



“I think I’ll be very thirsty master” Tina said before taking him in her mouth again.



“I bet you will, you voracious little cum slut” he chuckled, enjoying her oral talents.



He ended up watching football on tv while Tina enjoyed herself by pleasuring him. She removed his jeans and boxer shorts, working from his ass, over his balls and over his cock for as long as he would let her. After cumming twice, he pulled her up.



“Lets go to bed. I need a rest from you!” he joked and they sloped off.



Friday rolled on and after his usual morning blow job, he had to actually tell Tina to stop sucking him if he was to have any cum left! By 7, they were ready. He wore a tartan shirt and slim jeans while Tina had black leggings and a tight top on. Tanya arrived and he drank in the sight of her in a mini skirt and tight t shirt.



“Wow, you look great” he told her.



“And you look pretty hot too” she quipped back.



They kissed then caught a taxi to town. Finding a bar, they sat at a booth and Tina went to get drinks with the money he gave her. Tanya turned to him and smiled.



“So um, you’re erm on the market so to speak?” she asked him.



“I guess. I’d well, I’d like it if we spent more time together Tanya” he asked her.



“I’d like that too” she answered gushingly.



“And Tina? I mean, the whole set up, you’re cool with that?” he asked.



“At first I was stunned. But the last time we hooked up, well, that was just um, awesome. I mean, I’m not a lesbian; I couldn’t do anything back but well, I’m not jealous of her or anything either” Tanya admitted.



“Glad to hear that. Look, I know its unconventional but she is a submissive. She would willingly wake you with an orgasm every day because she would enjoy doing it. And us? Well, if it turns out there is an us, then it wouldn’t affect things between us. I’d rather hope it enhances them and makes it more enjoyable for you. I want to make it as enjoyable as possible for you. And well, I’ve been fortunate with money; that big house is paid off and I’m pretty well off” he said confidently.



Tanya just knew he was special; she wasn’t jealous. In fact, she rather liked the idea of having an orgasm whenever she wanted but still having a strong, gorgeous man. She had been wary of Frankie and was glad to hear she had gone.



They had drinks then Tanya went up for the next round. He joined her after a bit and plenty of eyes in the bar were watching him with a mixture of envy and respect. A few guys wondered how he had 2 girls with him! Tanya looked so hot with her little skirt on, firm thighs and tight ass. He decided to suggest they go back and they did so after another drink. By now, Tanya felt tipsy and even Tina felt the alcohol. They reached the house and he let them in, going to the kitchen to fix shots. He returned and they had some before putting on some music. Tanya got up to dance and he joined her after a while.



“You are so sexy” he told her, kissing her.



“And you are such a hunk” she responded.



He felt her pussy under her panties and making a decision, he knelt swiftly. Pulling aside her knickers, he licked Tanya as she held his head and sighed above him. Tanya closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she looked for Tina. The blonde wasn’t in sight. However just then, she felt a pair of lips kissing her ass then a tongue snaking it’s way to her asshole.



“Oh both of you? Oh hell, this is awesome” Tanya blurted out, sighing from having both her ass and her pussy licked now.



The pair of them worked Tanya over and despite the alcohol she felt herself becoming more and more turned on. Tina had both ass cheeks in her hands and had jammed her tongue as far in as it would go, while he slurped deliciously on Tanya’s soaking pussy, pausing to move to her clit as her excitement reached a crescendo.



“Oh gawd I’m cumming!” she yelled and her legs shivered as she reached orgasm. He finally pulled away from her and Tina moved back as he rose and let Tanya fall into his arms. He held her gently until she looked at him with lust.



“One good turn deserves another” Tanya said and pushed him to the sofa. He sat down and she undid his jeans, freeing his cock as she knelt and took it in her mouth.



“Ah babe, we’re going to have a great time together” he said out loud.



Tanya glanced behind her and spying Tina, she glanced at her ass then back at the blonde slut, smiling when she came over. As Tanya went back to sucking his cock, Tina lay out and moved her head between Tanya’s thighs. Her tongue was soon sweeping over the wet pussy and delving between her asscheeks again.



“You know, she will do this to you as much as you want, whenever you want babe” he said to Tanya, referring to Tina.



“I’m liable to get greedy for it” Tanya said excitedly before resuming her oral assault.



It was hard to crouch on her knees and Tina seemed to sense this, pulling Tanya down until the sexy dark haired girl was sitting on her face. Tanya still had plenty of access to his cock and her head bobbed up and down, an occasional moan escaping as the blonde slut between her legs did something to excite her.



“Do you want me to cum in your mouth or your pussy? Or your ass?” he said lustfully.



“Oh, um, in my mouth. Then you can fuck me” Tanya said then returned to sucking him.



His excitement was mounting and he held Tanya’s head as his cum gushed out and down her throat. She swallowed steadily, loving the taste and sensation of him doing it, then felt the flow stop and eventually took her mouth off.

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